[Verse: 2Pac] Now I've been called crazy To fade me is not possible I give a fuck What you thought or who you brought with you A Bad Boy killer Biggie annihiliator They wonderin why he breathin but bitches die later Better laugh now, then cry when I come to getcha I hit you with 2 Glocks and leave you with scar tissue On some loco shit My pistols smoke yo shit Lets go for dolo bitch And watch me flow yo shit Mr. Makaveli movin' pieces like tellikenises It's like a chess game lets play with real pieces Shots rang and niggas brains were spilt Another Bad Boy affiliator nigga was killed I hit the funeral and bust at his folks And leave the scene like a shadow in a blaze of smoke It don't stop keep goin'
[Hussein Fatal] Shit, still grindin for the chips I come from the clear but you can find him in the bricks Me, I was the diamond in the sticks And him, he hatin and Still whinin' 'cuz i'm grindin' with his bitch Out shinin' with the sixth I'ma blind him with the fifth He still sellin nicks What he tryina throw a disc? I promise you'll be lyin on your strip 'Cuz copyin' my style I can whip any 9 you can get No crimes on the strip Just dimes of the pit No gimmicks to my music, you be lyin' when you spit Outta line you get gripped I'm gonna find you a ditch Right next to your OG, do your time with a snitch And I tell 'em all the time you a bitch A real life pussy, hit the strip, go and find you a dick Man this nigga outta line who is this? I'm tempted to put his mind on his kicks Let the nine do the trick...yeah