2PAC. Murderous mindstate. Can't keep my nine straight. Sippin' on this hennessey. Waitin' for the time to break. Show up and mothafuckas bow down... recognize. West Side Death Row outlaw riders. Untouchable mob of pistol packers. Well known felons labeled for drug sellin' merciless jackers. Forever buzzed. Roll with thugs and dawgs. Commence to lettin' off rounds. Then escape in the fog. Who wanna see me solo?. Catch Makaveli while he's sleepin'. My mini-14 murderin' niggas while they creepin'. Uhhh!. Duck or you ass out!. Drink 'til you pass out!. Ain't scared to die. Drunk drivin' in my Glasshouse. Niggas is under me. They bitches come to me. They heard the stories nigga. Now they wanna really see. Bomb first my motto... is fully guaranteed. Niggas is playahatas. Label them my enemies then dumpin'.... Look out young nigga!. 'Cause it's time to dump. I'm versitile mothafuckas. What type of rhyme we want?. Niggas got me in they sight. Now I'm runnin' for my life. Tell me!.... What's that... West Side like?.... I'm dumpin'. Empty my gun. It's time to run. 'Cause here come the cops. I'll be duckin' 'em for blocks. Nigga I'm dumpin'. Empty my clip. Forever bustin'. East Coast nigga rushin'. Mothafucka I'll be dumpin'...