You must be So so crazy Bitch i'll beat yo' boy bad Standin' in the midst of my comrades (comrades) Bitches can't fade me Plottin' but they ploy's crashed Fuckin' with the midst of my comrades (comrades)
(Verse One: Tupac)
Have you really thought about your part in this participation My prediction bloody murder similar to ministration Now in fairness to conversation Cause it's your fate so take the time to contemplate what you'll be facin' Talkin' that Hip-hop shit, don't get shot bitch Cause you can tell All in your click to eat 'Pac's dick The clip's in, prepare for the muthafuckin' death blow Cause every rapper in the industry is history it's death Row Not Bad Boy or So So Def Before I make you bow before Tha Row Just like them other hoes The intricate design of my lethal lines criminal rhymes From the mind of a thug shakin' state time Take it to the next phase You had your time to talk shit Now bitchless busta's gettin' checkmated These days muthafuckas talk shit and turn snitch when you see 'em they ain't talkin' 'bout shit Westside
(Chorus: Tupac)
(Verse Two: EDI)
See by now the way this shit is situated Niggas is gettin' eliminated Simply for being affiliated Clearly stated and man I know you hate it We got a whole list to play with And y'all niggas is at the top Now let's make this Happen Fuck the rappin' Let's get to scrappin' So niggas can see what happens when you get caught up in dirty mackin' EDI'll send you packin' You know what we love action Sneak up on attack Pull back Let's the slug's snappin' Yo' chest section Death has now stepped in Bitch should have learnt your lesson While your chance was still present But now it's past tense No question askin' Out West it's called mashin' Bailin' the corner blastin'
(Chorus: Tupac)
(Verse Three: Napoleon)
You must be So so crazy Bitch I'll beat yo' boy bad Drivin' in the truck with my black mac Thinkin' about the shit I never had So I'm loadin' up one And the two thing's that I cherish Is money and gun's I love my ones And now I put blood on you Snatch money from you Leave slug's in you Ain't no nigga breathin' fuckin' with 'Pac Every album that he drop nigga Number one spot nigga, locked nigga Let me represent for my dead ones Eat with my loved ones Squeeze when the beef come Chill when the freeze comes I do that shit You think you heavy in the game watch me move you bitch This Napoleon, why did I say I again? You punk niggas already know I ain't for show And I'll die for the dough nigga that's fo' sho' Never die for a hoe nigga that's a no no
(Chorus: Tupac)
(Verse Four: Big Syke)
Who I'm gonna call when a muthafucka feelin' sad? My muthafuckin' comrades Who I'm gonna call when a muthafucka doin' bad? My muthafuckin' comrades And fuck yo' bitch Cause you a trick anyway Cause my comrades was raised on pistol play And boss playerism mixed with this thugism So ain't no love in 'em nothin' but the fuckism
(Verse Five: Tupac)
Last verse is for them trick people This is the sequel I'ma treat you with evil Livin' forever illegal Now homicide got me preoccupied Be a lie if I told you that I never wonder When will I die Be assured nigga word born Cause now it's on you can only survive if you be strong Until I'ma gone I bust on Bad Boy middle finger to Da Brat Don't get your young ass smacked