Verse 1: Biggie. When I get dusted I like to spread the blood like mustard. Trust it my hardcore rain leaves you rusted. Move over Lucifer I'm more ruthless huh. Leave your toothless you'll kibbitz I'll flip it. Tears don't affect me I hit 'em with the tech G. Disrespect me - my potency is deadly. I'm shootin babies no ifs ands or maybes. Hit mummy in the tummy if the hooker plays a dummy. Slit the wrist of little sis. After she sucked the dick. I stabbed her brother with the icepick. because he wanted me to fuck him from the back. but Smalls don't get down like that. Verse 2: 2Pac. TURN THE FUCKING LIGTS OUT!. Sick Thicker than most of these tricks. I got my mind on makin money. but you stuck on these fake bitches. I stay blunted And never fronted and I doubt if I do. Cause if I do Then I get beat up by my fuckin crew. A real nigga Since you figure that you ready to box. You catchin knots from my nigga Freddie Foxx. And I You really don't want none from Pac. Cause I'll be strapped wit a glock. And throw thangs like I'm born to box. I'll hit this motherfuckin gin then I'll be all in. Hell yeah Young niggaz straight ballin. And everybody wants to see if I'm a g weighin 165. And I'm high 'til I fuckin die. Chorus. OHH! I had you yellin out when I backed a 30 30 Rifle. OHH! Too late for niggaz to get religious. and start readin they Bible. OHH! See you can yell like other niggaz. your pickin a dirty psycho. OHH! See you should make peace. instead of makin me become a psycho. Verse 3: 2pac. Walkin thru tha cemetary. talkin to my homies that was buried. say my enemies wanna see me dead. I ain't worried forgive me. please give me shelter calm my fears. lifted my head from my hand that'll ball me tears. I see bodies gettin splashed with acid. 2 shots ring from the plasted guy wrapped in plastic. bury tha bastard time to notify. his family... shiet. ain't nothin left to be identify. evacuate the crime scene fast why?. i heard the feds have a warrent fo my ass fly. i won't touch down till i see tijauna. setup a shop sellin them crooked cops marijuana. label me a success i made tha switch. retired from the life that neva gave me shit. but cash that i couldn't spend countless cars. and adict fo a wife tmy life as a ghetto star. Chorus. OHH! I had you yellin out when I backed a 30 30 Rifle. OHH! Too late for niggaz to get religious. and start readin they Bible. OHH! See you can yell like other niggaz. your pickin a dirty psycho. OHH! See you should make peace. instead of makin me become a psycho. Verse 4: 2pac. Just holla my name. And witness game official. Niggas is so shame. They stare stiff like scared bitches. While I remain inside a paradox. Gone my block. Though gun shots is promised to me when will I stop. I hit the weed. And hope to god I can fly high. Witness my enemies. Die when I ride by. They shouldn'ta tried me. Send they bodies to they parents up north. With they faces they wrists and they nuts cut off. Fuck em all what I scream as I dream in tons. Fuck a trick get me rich n the bitches'll come. bust ma gun make em all scatta. bullets to my nuts only made my balls fatta. eat her dead bee-yatch... mercy neva that. Verse 5: Biggie. When we smoke spliffs we pack four-fifths. Just in case dread wanna riff. He get a free lift to the cemetary rough very. Not your ordinary we watch you get buried. That's a real nigga for ya. Get mad do a quarter flip the script and rip your lawyer. Spit at the D. A. cause fuck what she say. She don't give a fuck about your ass anyway. OHH! I had you yellin out when I backed a 30 30 Rifle. OHH! Too late for niggaz to get religious. and start readin they Bible. OHH! See you can yell like other niggaz. your pickin a dirty psycho. OHH! See you should make peace. instead of makin me become a psycho