歌詞:
2Pac Strictly For My N I G G A Z

, pigs can't stop me Uhh, am I a G, I got proof Banged in my youth, keep niggas on the roof With a scope, dough, Cube keep the rope Tupac string a nigga

dropped by cops I'm still around for ya Keepin my sound underground for ya And I'ma throw a change up Quayle, like you never brought my name up Now my

I catch wreck till I lose my breath Thats how it goes in the land of broke I dispose of those, rock shows, and collect my dough Now I suppose I'm the

my soul I stay cold drinkin' a Forty bottle I'm so sorry For all this time For all this time For all this time I'm so sorry For all this time For all

some) I thought I hit rock bottom, they ban my album, point the finga I guess nobody loves a real nigga-slash-rap singer I thought I'd bring a little

see, weekends were made for Michelob But it's a Monday, my day, so just let me hit it, yo And don't mistake my statement for a clown We can keep in the

now I'm sick of strugglin' I thought about bumpin', but mother-fuck jugglin' I know it lasts longer, gets my pockets thicker But I'd rather use my gun 'cuz I

trigga I see my life before my eyes each time I pull it I hope, I live to be a man Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha State Penn

ain't gon' stop it, we on the road again [R. Prophet] God damn, yes I am, the thriller with the skrilla Got plans, Pac fan +Strictly 4 my N.I.G.G.A.Z