it sounds like, bing bing bing When you fucking with the wrong nigga Niggas getting hit when they fucking with the wrong nigga Fucking with the wrong nigga
am a bingo on the beat like Carson Palmer And them niggas couldn't see me with panorama. (Haha) Niggas soft as a can of flowers You soft as a can of tuna You fuckin' with
my kids be focused dont be poppin pills, im comin home with a grudge goin off like pac, any nigga who owe me money we come an wet ya block,any nigga who
nigga's wrong Gangstas don't live that long You best to free your mine before I free my nine And stop fuckin' with the void in pop or feel my hot rocks
i fuck and then i piss a nigga rent out [chrous] we gettin money like na na na waiting on the flash throwing money at the camera twin turps out speedin with
back on that crapper and I Said fuck you, with a capital "I", look who's back to antag-gonize You don't like it, you can eat shit, fuck off little faggot
'm so +Proof+ [Interlude] [Royce - during Interlude] One more time, hands in the AIR! For the legendary, Proof! Detroit baby, lights high! [Royce Da 5'9"] Uhh, Lord willin, 2Pac with
entered my brain And permanently changed me now I'm angry So fuck a metaphor, fuck hip hop, hip hop sucks You got, niggaz on top swingin' from 2Pac's
mill' ready to spray Swagged out nigga, Bugatti with the paper plates Blowing on some good nigga, feeling good nigga Stunner Island, me and Khaled on the wood nigga
Ruckus I laugh at Jimmy, they was spending silly with my budget And now I'm rolling with some cooler niggas I can fuck with You by the cooler yea you niggas
rap game for nine years and going strong Still holdin on Still rollin on bitch made niggas We sick of crazed niggas That's quick to lay niggas If Pac was here would these niggas
the pockets on swollen Boss Hog and this 'Pac nigga... picture us rollin [Danny Boy] Rollin Picture me roll-hoee-ollin Picture me, picture me rollin [2Pac
I ain't, mad, at cha [2Pac:] (I ain't mad at cha) I ain't, mad, at cha [2Pac:] (A true down ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha) [Verse Three: 2Pac] Well
Kobe! You know a nigga that can score 81? Show me I got a Cuban Link to a fuckin' O.G. And nigga you're too close, what the fuck, you tryna blow me? (
and alcohol and plenty bitches all up on your dick I got that How can C-Bo be wrong? How can Yukmouth be wrong? How can Lynch be wrong? How can 2Pac be wrong
p all these niggaz screaminA'blastephemy,You ainA't Pac nigga,Tatted up in them magazines BandannaA'ed up in them magazines,You ainA't Pac ,Fuck Percy
2 Pac 'cuz 2 shots is too many Too hot to go in me, I'd rather sip Remmy in the back of this Bentley And only fuck with niggas and you bitches that's
do it fuck it with that nigga Fuck that nigga, man, fuck that nigga, let that nigga go to jail And fuck that nigga, fuck that nigga, fuck you too nigga
