Give 'em guns, step back, watch em kill each other"it's time to fight back", that's what huey said
That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get
Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess
If only i could go back into the 80’s
It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple
Reputation is vital when you facin your rival
Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress
And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,
All this paper i fold
S queezys very bold
40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',
Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son
They say, trojans never break but it ain't that
Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit
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