This is a song about "Organized crime"

You shine like a mothafuckin dime

What about the the gun and knife, crime

Their mind repeating the disrupting crime,

You mean to tell me everything gon be fine

Would look at us all the time

Dime east as if it were crime

Because your committing a rap crime.

Looking at the sky, hoping a light would shine

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

Welcome to organized side of real lines

Let me put my funk on this one time

2pac, a poet addressing a worlda crime

Guess you niggas wasn't listening, homeroom shit

A sly incentive with crime intended

"aw, no ma’am" i’m an old land mine

Dont tempt me to commit a crime