puttin' hands on 'em One hitter, quitter, bob & weavin', karate stance on 'em Dance on 'em, ran on 'em, and land on 'em Put my brand on 'em, stand on 'em
shut the fuck up After that I'll slap your ass again and tell you to shut the fuck up shutting up And that's how you body a fucking beat [Voice] [
Biggie and 'Pac just missed all this Watchin' all these cheap imitations get rich off 'em And get dollars that shoulda been there's like they switched wallets And amidst all
from the underground like sewer smoke It's all shifty, I got all-a my dogs wit' me And they all rich, and still all-a they palms itchy We'll pump, rumble
8, 7, 6, NASA take me away, life's a bitch [Hook 2] Everywhere I go Trouble seems to find me Blood in my eyes Everywhere I go [Verse 3: 2Pac] They got
best fo' pound on my hip Gold chain on my chest (Ah!) (50 Cent) 50 uh Bentley uh Em came n gotta nigga fresh out the slum Automatic gun fuck em one
be leavin y'all sleep all in them trauma sheets (2) to who buryin you on the count of three (4) I'm the llama to squeeze (5) The gall of you to call to who all
nigga in rap How I'm figurin that? I'm iller than y'all Plus all my niggaz be more realer than y'all More crooks and way more killers than y'all Hot with
big ol fuckin bumper kit comin down 5th wheel slammin hoe just fannin bitch Im sayin it cause I fucked your mamma I fucked your cousin I fucked that
blow you up, but gurl yo' pussy the sheeeeit! [Chorus w/ Songz ad-libs] [Trey Songz - Outro] Bun Beeda, Pimp C, 2Pac and me S-O, N-G, Z Bun Beeda, Pimp C, 2Pac
road ahead of us, I hope that your night's crispy Queensbridge, a trife city dilapidated slums I've seen political homicides and crack related ones Pac and Biggie, God bless 'em
livin', out of prison Pistols in the Air When the Remi's in the system Ain't no tellin if Nyce goin diss em, hit em that flip em Activate her mouth talking
while I'm recording! Matter 'fact y'all niggaz get the fuck out the room, G! Straight up! Sipping on that bullshit Budweiser! Nah'mean yo.. what? Fuck
I'm recording! Matter 'fact y'all niggaz get the fuck out the room, G! Straight up! Sipping on that bullshit Budweiser! Nah'mean yo.. what? Fuck you
that I'm a eat them all day (fuck food) 850 what I represent, Tallahome, Florida president Me and DJ Khaled got these haters looking hesitant So keep all
massive smoke on Death Row My adversaries bleed but fuck 'em all 'Til the talk cease, fuckin' with a changed man I changed plans but I'm still the same old rider (You fuckin
me rollin' Young, handsome and focused Got that vision of pac And though my branding is Oprah Michelangelo portrait meet Mia Angelou notebook Michael Jordan performance nigga I dream to be all