Reporter. You may remember hearing about a murder. In Las Vegeas 2 months ago. In which a popular and contreversal performer. Was shot. Gang land style and killed. It's a murder that hasn't yet been solved. But the investigation has invited closer scrootney. Of the music industry. (Fades away). 2Pac. Them same mother fuckers want a murder me. Them same mother fuckers. Them same mother fuckers want a murder me. (Ya'll mother fucking crazy). Crazy. I got a work with what you gave me. Claiming I'm a criminal. When you the one that made me. They got me trapped in this slavery. Now I'm lost in this holocaust. Heading for my grave G. I told Sam he can fuck the war. & got a busted jaw. For saying fuck the law. And if you wonder why I'm Mad check the records. What's a nigga got a do to get respected. Sometimes I think I'm Getting tested. & if I dont say yes a nigga's quick to get arrested. That's the reason I stay zested. I keep a vest on my chest. Incase the cops are getting restless. Walk around ready to light shit up. & since my life is fucked. Some say I'm slighty nuts. Buck buck is the sound as i mooova. Other niggas pay attention when a fool bust. They make a nigga be a killer. I used to be a dealer. But they wanted to see whooo's realer. Now them same motherfuckers want a murder me. & i wonder if the lord ever heard of me. Chorus. Them same mother fuckers want a murder me. (they know everyday when I'm breathing it's it's...). Them same mother fuckers want a murder me. (Everytime i speak i want the truth to come out). Them same mother fuckers want a murder me(You know what I'm saying everytime i speak i dont want shit). & i wonder if the lord ever heard of me. I need loot so I'm doing what i do. & don't say shit. until you've walked in my shoes