I ain't got no muthaf**kin' friends What y'all niggas talkin' about Hell yeah I'm a do this muthaf**kin' track (Right) And they know exactly Who I'm talkin' about too You old bitch made niggas
Verse 1
[2Pac]
Cause Uh Niggas talk plenty shit So many tricks I f**ked your bitch Cause I'm true to this Witness the hit You talk bad about a nigga When I got blasted Hope you made a little money While the funk lasted Heard they call you Big Poppa Nigga how you figure Cause to me You'll always be a phoney fat nigga I can't be copy these And wearin' Versachi Nigga you run or buck Scared as f**k If the guns would bust Now niggas talk I got a list Of player haters the fakes You bitch niggas Gettin' blown away You cross-eyed Down syndrome Crack baby So you and Puffy are tough Now that's crazy I got your ass in my sight Niggas dyin' tonight We screamin' West Side for life And I can't wait To see you niggas in traffic Cause we gonna get 'em up (Ha ha ha) When you see me You better bust Cause I'm a hit 'em up
Chorus
[Tupac]
Grab your glocks When you see Tupac (Uh) Call the cops When you see Tupac (Uh) Who shot me But you punks didn't finish Now you 'bout to feel the wrath Of a menace Nigga we hit 'em up