[2Pac] Now I've got to ask, on a nigga's ass, tell me will they blast me? I think of an alias in case these crooked bitches ask me Now, it's getting crazy after dark, these narc's Be like trying to shut me down but I'm too smart Now picture me scared of the penitentiary I've been moving these things since the days of elementary Now tell me what you need when you see me I'm stacking g's, buying all the things on tv, believe me I got some killers on my payroll, and they know When it's time to handle business, nigga lay low Although I'm young, I'm still coming up I'm getting paid, pulling razors on niggas when they running up The first to pull a strap when there's drama - busta you ain't heard? I've been slicing motherfuckers since I lost my mama There ain't a cop that can stop me My posse is cocky, and they don't quit until they drop me I'm loyal to the game Prince of peace must hear our plea Told life you'd be back There you were Prince of peace must hear our plea Everybody look around There is no hope Prince of peace must hear our plea Brothers we better get hip [Big Syke] My mama say I'm crazy cause I'm all about the hood I can't get my shit together but I'm on leather and wood And the hood is all I know, patrol and circle the block Off the curb and niggas swerve, serve a smoker a rock And I'm hot like fish grease and nigga so is my caddy And I'm steady catching static, move the traffic to the alley Out in cali niggas rally others all for the soil Mix the work with baking soda and get the water to boil Oh no can't no busters hang, I hope you feel me mayne Cause snitches bitches and they ain't been loyal to the game My niggas feel my pain, when sunshine turn to rain You know these buster motherfuckers came to fuck the game And it's a shame I see the mark in they eyes When they yelling that he telling get to me, no surprise, nigga Prince of peace must hear our plea Told life you'd be back There you were Prince of peace must hear our plea Everybody look around There is no hope Prince of peace must hear our plea Brothers we better get hip And come off this trip [DJ Quik] Loyalty, undeservedly, never heard of me I, be the exception, the epitome of adaption The superficial surroundings, bullets fiends cockhounds and Enemies in my family extorting scheming and scamming me (pop pop) I'm like bruce nolan, I'm rollin' until the diesel hit me I'm battered and bruised, and madder having to choose 'Tween happiness and the blues, and who be filling my shoes When I done had it with crews, ecstatic to see me lose But panic when I be smooth, I'm manic but I'm no fool Y'all rapping I'm talking cool, and columbine is not new In compton they shoot up schools too, riding by to see who's who Cock the shotty they cruise through, rock the body blood ooze through Tell his family that dude's blue, no coming back From him scrapping when niggas was packing and he wasn't packing too So if you feel me you know when they try to kill me they slow I seen from 'round the corner with mirrors and creeped up on 'em Prince of peace must hear our plea Told life you'd be back There you were Prince of peace must hear our plea Everybody look around There is no hope Prince of peace must hear our plea Brothers we better get hip Thugs throw like wine down a nigga's throat If this shit don't stop stop stop stop stop!