[Intro] [Tupac] Old jealous ass motherfuckers [Greg ] Yo Pac, baby what's up? [Tupac] They'd love to see me in my motherfucking casket [Tupac] What's up my nigga? Greg motherfucking Nice [Greg ] It ain't happening [Tupac] That new? Yeah [Greg ] That's one of them new Ben Franklin's, you're counting there baby Pac? [Tupac] We gotta get our cash man, to do it [Greg ] We gotta get that money, homeboy [Tupac] We got the West Sside and the East Side [Greg ] Oh man, this is how we do it, East West, west east to south, that's how do it [Tupac] They can feel it, We're the fucking realest, let's do it [Greg ] Ahhhh
[Chorus: Tupac] X2 How we; Our own styles How we; Our own styles How we; Our own styles Our own styles
[Verse One: Tupac] Don't you love it? - Tupac frick shit, that reach the public Still I believe my speech so deep that all my real niggaz dub it Ass naked rhymes in these cash making times Got me losing my mind inside the lines of these wicked rhymes Label me a ghetto star, coming up quick Shit! Fuck what you heard, we be running this shit It's plain to see, my whole damn clique shine bright Always knew the real niggaz end the shit when the time is right Now East to West, it's irrelevant, we're doing it world wide Ha ha, similar to bitches, like girls they hide They die slow, when I ride low, bumping this beat I bury all bitch made niggaz; coming for me I rock them to sleep, then evade the cops Ha ha ha ha, I'll never go alive, 45 Blazing shots Still getting mine, living blind, search for salvation Still got my guns, but I visualize One Nation My work is done when my niggaz get their cash in stacks Get your ass on the cash chase, mash in packs Ha ha, forever balling, the alcohol calling me And I still, bust on them all til they crawl to me To all my Hip-Hop junkies and my niggaz in jail When this song play give them hell My thug nation
[Hook: Greg Nice] HUH! HUH! HUH! HUH! HUH! Peep out how we freak our own styles Peep out how we freak our own styles Peep out how we freak our own styles Peep out how we freak our own styles Peep out how we freak our own styles HUH! Peep out how we freak our own styles HUH! Peep out how we freak our own styles Peep out how we freak our own styles Yeah Peep out how we freak our own styles
[Outro: Tupac] Ha ha ha ha shit, was it ever a war? [Greg] Oh! man yo Pac, this is all lovely baby Only in your minds (Yeah nigga) Today we sign the treaty (East Side/West side) All the real niggaz ride, to pay these motherfuckers (We're riding nigga) Nobody trying to be clashing and shit (World Wide) Motherfuckers trying to get their cash That's why we mash in this bitch (Greg Nice, Tupac and Tha Outlawz) So I'ma just ride out on this motherfucker (Smith N Wesson) Let my Oakland peeps let you bitch made niggaz know how we roll (Baby Jesus and them all stars, you know how we doing it, BIOTCH!!)