This is a song about "Gun crime"

But check out how i roll mine

Welcome to organized crime

Don't press ya luck when i'm pressed for time

Dime east as if it were crime

You shine like a mothafuckin dime

2pac, a poet addressing a worlda crime

Got hu women frostburg women

I went to get the gun

Doing nothing now that’s a crime

Talk shit, take a stand in the same rhyme

Fly as shit for no goddamn reason

Escaping from my fucken gun

Gun crime that's run by the

P stand for pacqiauo nigga

In the car with a gun,

I don't trust no one