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[Intro: 2pac]

Where the fuck do these niggas live where all this shit be goin' down?

You want to know how I did this shit? You want to know how real my shit is?

Nigga, go read the mothafuckin' newspaper, you trick-ass nigga

[Verse 1: 2pac]

How many broke-down rappers got some shit to say?

I sit and strategize, in due time, them bitches pay

Plus all day, I puff weed till my eyes bleed red

Undercover tactics, leave my enemies dead

Check this, I know you niggas got no love for me

But how the fuck your whole clique turn to thugs, homie?

Like misdemeanors, it's a small thang

You niggas ain't ready for war, let my balls hang

Bust it, I took apart your whole crew, lack heart, I ain't concerned

I bust at Bad Boy, Mobb Deep and murder The Firm

When you scream "Fake thugs," who the fuck you mean?

Get more cream than all of y'all, nigga, fuck your team

Now Dre want to switch sides, tricks hide in war

Last year, I shed tears, but I don't cry no more

Plus Jay-Z tried to play me, won't last long

Go ask King Sun how it feel to have your ass gone

Listen Doo-Wop, don't get your shit knocked, you can't win

Tell 'em all to let the games begin, we havin' war games

Yeah nigga, y'all niggas can't fade this shit

Got shot 5 times, got out of jail on bail

And sold 5 million

[Hook: 2pac]

I'm a self-made millionaire!

Thug livin', out of prison

Pistols in the air

(Background while Chorus:

Sold more records then all you trick muthafuckaz put together

More then the Firm, more then Bad Boy, murder Mobb Deep)

5 shots couldn't drop me: I took it and smiled (3x)

(3rd time parallel:) Now I'm back to set the record straight

With my A-K, I'm still the thug that you love to hate (love to hate, love to hate)

[Verse 2:]

[? 4 different Rappers, but not 2Pac]

[Hook]

[Verse 3: 2pac]

First off, fuck your bitch and the clique you claim

Westside when we ride, come equipped with game

You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife

We bust on Bad Boys, niggas fucked for life

Plus Puffy tryna see me, weak hearts I rip

Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark-ass bitches

We keep on coming while we running for your jewels

Steady gunning, keep on busting at them fools

You know the rules

Little Ceasar go ask you homie how I'll leave you

Cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces

Now be deceased

Little Kim, don't fuck around with real G's

Quick to snatch your ugly ass off the streets

So fuck peace

I'll let them niggas know it's on for life

So let the Westside ride the night

Bad Boys murdered on wax and killed

Fuck with me and get your caps peeled

You know

[Hook]

[Outro: 2pac]

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