[Verse One: 2Pac] My adversaries cry like hoes fully eradicate my foes My lyrics explode on contact, gamin you hoes Who else but Mama's only son, fuck the phony niggas I'm the one Say my name, watch bitches come, now fire When ready, stay watchin our figure, increase speed Make you motherfuckers bleed from your mouth quicker Plus all these niggas that you run with, be on some dumb shit Trickin on hoes, I ain't the one bitch Holla my name and witness game official, it's so sick Have every single bitch that came witchu, on my dick Plus this alcohol increases the chance to be deceased I'm movin you stupid bitches, vicious telekenesis Am I reachin your brain? Nigga how can I explain? How vicious this Thug motherfucker came When I die, I wanna be a livin legend, say my name Affiliated with this motherfuckin game, with no more pain
[Verse Two: 2Pac] Line up my adversaries, blast on sight, and fuck your boyfriend Bitch, I want some ass tonight, you know my steelo Alize and Cristal, weed sure you heard of all the freaky shit they say about me, huh Plus all you busters is jealous, pull your gun out and blast I dare you niggas to open fire, I'll murder that ass And disappear before the cops come runnin, my Glock's spittin rounds Niggas fallin down clutchin they stomach It's Westside, Death Row, Thug niggas on the rise Busters shot me five times, real niggas don't die Can ya hear me? Laced with this game, I know you fear me Spit the secret to war, so cowards fear me It's similar to multiple gunshots, retaliation is a must Wasn't too sure what you facin so watch the guns bust You niggas'll bleed, fuckin with me you'll be deceased Never restin in peace nigga, with no more pain
[the Game] It's been a long time, geAnnotatet re-acquainted with the world famous You know how on point my aim is Long range sniper's, clash of the titan's, chrome pipen' In this 300 like Leonidas I'm sitting fat like Precious, Christ up on the necklace And I keep them clips on a dresser Yes sir, I'm bout to ball, Louis bag the fuckin' mall Bitches, money and fast cars, nigga I want it all Empty out the cannon hit ya bitch, you the truck and all Withdrawal 200 thousand, and then FUCK it off! King of the hill, gotta dime bitch cuttin' raw I'm in a strip club with a Glock, nigga what!? Gimme your bitch, she got a cuter face and bigger butt I ain't gon' do shit but pour champagne on her Hit it from the back and watch half of the Laker game on her