[Intro: 2Pac Interview]
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So okay, you want to see some macho shit? I¡¯m the most macho nigga out here. I thought you niggas knew, I¡¯m the most thuggish nigga out here. I have no mothafuckin¡¯ fear¡¦ I have no fear, I have only ambition, and I want mine, and I will do anything to protect and feed my family,
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[Verse 1]
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First off, fucked your bitch nigga get a blood test
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You a upset nigga, where the love at?
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When we talking 'bout Philly know I fucking run that
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Same place I've been up corners you can never come back
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You fraud nigga, ball like I'm Chrissy Paul nigga
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I cross niggas, when you hate it cause you lost nigga
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You soft nigga, then you disrespect a boss, nigga
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You dissin' to get you on, that'll get you off nigga
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Broad nigga, and you was screamin' "come to my hotel"
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Nigga, we was slingin work out the motel!
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No scale, Barry Reese, I know you so well
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I caught your chick, I pulled that bitch like she a coat tail
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Let's keep it trilla, you ain't never make a dope sale
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You ain't never played that corner--make a coke sale
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On a late night, swimmin with the great whites
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You was rockin' durags - big T's fake Mike's
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Boy you had a wild week, shoppin' on Canal Street
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Same place you bought your fake chain and your time-piece
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How we gon' believe you? Nigga I should lead you!
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Talkin' "PC" that was never Beanie Sigel!
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That was never ME, why you lying to the people?
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I was locked down, still doing shit illegal
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Running around in jail like: I ain't give a hell when
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You was on PC locking it with males
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[Interlude]
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And I ain't got time for this shit, let me get another one
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[Verse 2]
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23 and 1 never get to see the sun
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Had to get a glass visit just so you could see your son
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Took a deal on your homie, cause you couldn't beat the gun
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They was tryna give you life, man you know that wasn't right
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Then you left him in the hood, on his head he had a price
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You ain't even give a call, other niggas shot him twice
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Niggas trynna get a buzz off my name for some likes
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Dead rapper, I'm at you, I'mma give you one tonight
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Cassidy, boy you so trash to me
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Do the math I did shoot, that's subtract to me
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You ain't poppin, what the fuck could you add to me
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You just another dead body, another casualty
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I'm in the streets, so I do this shit casually
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And I ain't even write this shit, why you mad at me?
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Cause you nursery rhyming, flow perfectly timing
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And I'm giving gas, I'm in the Aston that Swizzy designed
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Now beat it, I know you're heated but I know you need it
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I got that Justin Bieber please believe it, nigga I know you see it
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They play piano at your viewing, let Alicia key it
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I asked Swizzy "Could She Do It?", he said "Nigga, beat it"
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Swizz don't fuck with you, Melo didn't either
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You fucked that check up, you bit the hand that feed you
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And you was 6 feet, you got me digging deeper
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Hold up, let's switch the beat so I can spit some Ether
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[Interlude]
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Oh shit!
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You purple dickie wearing durag
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Over sized fitted, fake Air 1 wearing nigga
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[Verse 3]
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I say, come on with your soft ass, all you niggas all trash
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Couldn't bet a 100 grand, nigga that's a small tab
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I'mma hit him where it hurts, this gon' make his dog mad
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This verse gon' hit this nigga harder than that car crash
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That you should've died in, I'm mad that you survived it
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But I came to murder you and have you scuba diving
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Swimming with the fishes, all you niggas is bitches
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Dick riders knocking on the wood, superstitious
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Pause that, I'm all that, I'm really in the trenches
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And when I see you nigga I'mma have you jumping fences
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Cutting through the alleys, you must be on the molly
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Sniffing all that white shit and fucking with that Bobby
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Come to your hotel and meet you in the lobby
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Just to Worldstar you and do you just like
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Tommy Hearns did Martin, I burn in the Martin
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That Aston when I start it like a lion when its roaring
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Boy you lying, you ain't touring, you can't even get a show
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Shit you like a pound of reggie, they can get you for the low
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And I'm like a brick of Diesel, it cost 60 for the flow
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You ain't a gangsta, you a wanksta, nigga |