(Ah Moo) You can't fade me (You a little player Napolean) (But uh) You can't fade me (Let me show you somethin') (How the big dogs do it nigga) (You don't know how to rule no bitch nigga) You can't fade me (Hold up baby) (This is how you get) (Get your side) You can't fade me (Pick the all out) (Pick out nigga) (Which one) (That one) (Freak this shit)
Verse 3
[2Pac]
Hold up baby Where you get off Thinkin' you can fade me Evade my niggas Like Brady's And then attempt To play me Oh yeah You crazy Thinkin' you can just Be Swayze Cause my conversation Gettin' you hot enough For love makin' Participation is needed Yeah I'm drunk And gettin' weeded In the back of my Jaguar The life of a rap star Completely freakable I get weak When I sit And thinkin' shit That we can do Let me introduce Mr. Makaveli Sue you speakin' to What's up with you As you can see I love freakin' you (Boo) (Who) Black Mexican Puerto Rican too Long as it's ghetto You can bet I'm gettin' deep in you Believable I got my eyes Concentrated On the size Of your thighs Now I ain't trade baby But won't you Let me ride Cause a nigga Want the pussy cat This Thug Passion So your man Can't have it back And that's a fact So How you want to act Baby Can you feel me Like Run D.M.C. It's like that Tell me Can you fade me