[2Pac] Drop the drums, here it comes, only got two minutes to bounce, and every second counts Better press, wreck on your tech, here we go, set pass the Moet My trickery's more slippery when wet Wicked as I flip, don't trip, get a grip It'll kick, if the bass line's thick, it's a hit Everybody's got a mic now, its like a hobby But more like a job, cause bootleggers tryin to rob me And little man wants to be a rap, star Make papes, hit skins, drive a fat car It ain't easy, sleazy even Deceivin those we, believe in No benefits, just tricks and chicks Knock a pig to pick, so here's a stick to lick I shoot a gift, til there ain't none left And if I find that the track sound def I catch wreck till I lose my breath That's how it goes in the land of broke I dispose of those, rock shows, and collect my dough Now I suppose I'm the bad guy, why? I say, "Hi," and try to stay high Life's a mess don't stress, test.. of givin but be thankful that you're livin.. blessed Guess who's back, comin back with the track supplied by Special Ed and Ak, comin right and exact I'm fightin it back, now snap, where they at? When it's time to go to combat, guess who's back
Chorus: repeat 4X
"Yes I'm back" -> Special Ed "Tupac is" .. back!!
[2Pac] Drop the drums, here it comes, only got one minute to bounce, and every second counts I went from hustlin dicks, to makin hits, bustin flicks Now I'm sure to be rich for ninety-six I pull my 'capes on tapes, and make, papes Trace the bass, to the tape with the baddest bass to date I try to shake it but the pace is hard to break Good thoughts I wait, cause they hate my black take Yeah, it's on, and it's packed in the rap race But if ya got a black face, its a rat race I struggle to be rugged and raw, Dukes Tryin to survive in the trials and lawsuits Everybody wants to test me, WHY ME? No lie, nuckas cried when they try me Givin up the roughness, justice I'ma bust as I'm rippin up 'nuff hits And guess who's back? No longer trapped Cause I snapped on the ones that held me back, feel the contact Ride the track, get I grip as I flip Ghetto wickedness I kick, guess who's back?
"Yes I'm back, cause I never did front" -> cut 'n' scratched