Grab ya Glocks when you see Tupac
Call the cops when you see Tupac, uh
Who shot me? But ya punks didn't finish
Now ya 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
N**ga, we hit em' up
Peep how we do it, keep it real as penitentiary steel
This ain't no freestyle battle
All you n**gas gettin' killed with ya mouths open
Tryna come up offa me, you in the clouds hopin'
Smokin' dope, it's like a sherm high, n**gas think they learned to fly
But they burn, motherf**ker, you deserve to die
Talkin' 'bout you gettin' money but it's funny to me
All you n**gas livin' bummy why you f**kin' with me?
I'm a self-made millionaire
Thug livin' outta prison, pistols in the air
Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch
And beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house?
Now it's all about Versace, you copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled
Now I'm 'bout to set the record straight
With my AK, I'm still the thug that you love to hate
Motherf**ker, I hit 'em up