2Pac talking Fuck Jay Z What s up niggas ay yo I know you ain t talking bout me dog You what Fuck Jay Z You been on my dick nigga you love my style nigga Fuck Jay Z Chorus I Fuck with your soul like ether Will Teach you the king you know you Not God s son across the belly Lose I prove you lost already Brace yourself for the main event Y all impatiently waiting It s like an AIDS test what s the results Not positive who s the best Pac Nas and Big Ain t no best East West North South flossed out greedy I embrace y all with napalm Blows up no guts left chest face gone How could Nas be garbage Semi autos at your cartilage Burner at the side of your dome come outta my throne I got this locked since 9 1 I am the truest name a rapper that I ain t influenced Gave y all chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas With Hawaiian Sophie fame kept my name in his music Check it Chorus talking Ay yo pass me the weed pour my ashes out on these niggas man no doubt Ay y all faggots y all kneel and kiss the fucking ring Chorus I ve been fucked over left for dead dissed and forgotten Luck ran out they hoped that I d be gone stiff and rotten Y all just piss on me shit on me spit on my grave uh Talk about me laugh behind my back but in my face Y all some well wishers friendly acting envy hiding snakes With your hands out for my money man how much can I take When these streets keep calling heard it when I was sleep That this Gay Z and Cockafella Records wanted beef Started cocking up my weapon slowly loading up this ammo To explode it on a camel and his soldiers I can handle This for dolo and it s manuscript just sound stupid When KRS already made an album called Blueprint First Biggie s ya man then you got the nerve to say that you better than Big Dick sucking lips why not you let the late great veteran live talking I will not lose God s son across the belly I prove you lost already The king is back where my crown at Ill will Ill Will rest in peace let s do it niggas Chorus Y all niggas deal with emotions like bitches What s sad is I love you cause you re my brother You traded your soul for riches My child I ve watched you grow up to be famous And now I smile like a proud dad watching his only son that made it You seem to be only concerned with dissing women Were you abused as a child scared to smile they called you ugly Well life is hard hug me don t reject me Or make records to disrespect me blatent or indirectly In 88 you was getting chased through your building Calling my crib and I ain t even give you my numbers All I did was gave you a style for you to run with Smiling in my face glad to break bread with the god Wearing Jaz chains no tecs no cash no cars No jail bars Jigga no pies no case Just Hawaiian shirts hanging with little Chase You a fan a phony a fake a pussy a Stan I still whip your ass you thirty six in a karate class You Tae bo hoe tryna work it out you tryna get brolic Ask me if I m tryna kick knowledge Nah I m tryna kick the shit you need to learn though That ether that shit that make your soul burn slow Is he Dame Diddy Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy Oh I get it you Biggie and he s Puffy Rockefeller died of AIDS that was the end of his chapter And that s the guy y all chose to name your company after Put it together I rock hoes y all rock fellas And now y all try to take my spot fellas Philly s hot rock fellas put you in a dry spot fellas In a pine box with nine shots from my glock fellas Foxy got you hot cause you kept your face in her puss What you think you getting girls now cause of your looks Ne gro please You no mustache having with whiskers like a rat Compared to Beans you wack And your man stabbed Un and made you take the blame You ass went from Jaz to hanging with Caine to Herb to Big And Eminem murdered you on your own shit You a dick riding faggot you love the attention Queens niggas run you niggas ask Russell Simmons Ha R O C get gunned up and clapped quick J J Evans get gunned up and clapped quick Your whole damn record label gunned up and clapped quick Shawn Carter to Jay Z damn you on Jaz dick So little shorty s getting gunned up and clapped quick How much of Biggie s rhymes is gon na come