[2Pac] Damn, another funeral, another motherfucker Lord knows * 'Pac is choking on blunt smoke * Lord knows * coughing harder * Lord knows * one final
deny it, I'm a straight ridah.. 2 - [2Pac *speaking over background*] Not bitches over money Stay on your grind nigga My ambitions as a ridah! My ambitions as a ridah! [2Pac
ain't easy... that's right Chorus: 2Pac It ain't easy, being me Will I see the penitentiary, or will I stay free (repeat 3X) Verse Two: 2Pac I can
and pain Right now I feel like just hit the rock bottom I got problems now everybody on my blocks got 'em I'm screaming like those two cops when 2pac
hard and my lamp is shelved But my name still ringin, alexander grahm bells I know you? met damn cause you know damn well that I still got you open open
from Staten? I'd be King Kong knockin down the buildings in Manhattan (Gorilla warfare) Shootouts, real block shit West coast assassin on some real 2Pac
sunny sunny days [Hook x2: Game] Yeah I'm addicted to slugs I can tell by your pearl handle you know how to treat a thug I see the fire in ya eyes every
I clap out I get my fly on, and my drop on, due to write on Don't even hate on those who hate me, I got pac on Feelin it, feelin it, chickens are ice
my glory is all that I revel in And my story begins where most others end So all I really got to tell 'em is [Hook 2: x2]
to see that's irrelevant, nigga Size and shit when they firing clips You ain't a thug or a gangsta, stop lyin' you bitch I see you study 2Pac like a
they callin' on the government To try and make somebody quiet For the bullshit they done to me Gangsta Nip, Spice 1 or 2Pac never gave a gun to me So
?) What if I was from Staten? I'd be King Kong knockin down the buildings in Manhattan (Gorilla warfare) Shootouts, real block shit Westcoast assassin on some real 2Pac
Ah me and my nigga 2Pac, finna do what we do Understand this, 'cuz it's very understandable Niggas done changed man You know they done changed, they done
mark Now what type of mixed up trick would kill the future of our race before he would he look his enemy dead in the eye, and open fire? These crazy
what out what you say I know some niggas that'll do your mama I'ma hittin it from behind till the day I expire Heatin it up and bringin the fire you