2PAC Just pay attention Here's a story bout my lil' homies, straight thuggin Lil' bad young mothafuckers, gotta love him You catch him in his G ride, touchin his glock Screamin Outlaw (Wessyde motherfucker) on my enemy's block Educated on these cold streets Gettin money makin dummies out the police, ain't no peace for an adolescent nigga to rap, so be a thinker Bud smokin twenty-four seven, everyday drinker Got my diploma but I never learned shit in school Mo' money, mo' bitches, mo' murder fool Always the young niggaz gettin in shit She wouldn't stop to conversate so you called her a bitch (BIATCH) Bustin on paper thin motherfuckers Drinkin gin 'fore youu get to sinnin on them busters Emptied his clip, passed by like he didn't know me Everybody duckin
BIG The country bud got me chocking I'm on a mission to the point motherfuckers think I'm smoking Yea that sick nigga Biggie wit the H-shot fifth Wit the extra clip for that extra shit Don't you know that Killing is thrilling All the blood spilling, is all up on the drug dealing A broad gangsta my daddy was a thug Had a .38 wit the hallow point slug So when he lit shots Niggaz dropped quicker than bootlegger sells his liquor A little nigga tried to squeeze .22's in my Reebok shoes Paying dudes, while kids was on their one's and two's Now I'm much older, colder, fuck a holster Got the Mac .11's swinging from my shoulder It's a damn shame I got to put my mom through the strain I'm living in a house of pain
BIG L Yo it's Corleone and Queen's Most, we bust til your whole team ghost Everywhere we go, we must bring toast forever Popping the chrome, always dropping a poem I can write it or recite it off the top of the dome However you want it is how I'm gonna give it to you, Big L style They brought it back to the streets cause that shit sell now So pal back up a bit, give me elbow space I represent Harlem World, not Melrose Place So I'm a lace the jewels up with nice baguettes Flamboyent is the label that writes the checks Y'all niggas better stop fronting cause I might get vexed And I'm a run up on y'all and slice y'all necks With the machette, pockets heavy, slang more cane than Eddie I represent uno tres nueve Time is money so I stay late, I'm quick to sign a playmate Bust off like a tre-eight then vacate