Drop the drums here it comes

Only got two minutes to bounce, and every second counts

Better press, wreck on your tek

Here we go, set passed on Moet

My trickery more slippery when wet

Wicked as I flip, don't trip, get a grip

It'll kick, if the bass lines thick, it's a hit

Everybody's got a mic now, its like a hobby

But more like a job, cause bootleggers trying to rob me

And little man wants to be a rap star

Make papes, hit skins, and drive a phat car

It ain't easy, sleazy, even decieveing

No scheme believeing

No bitter [???]

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Knock a pig to pick

so here's a stick to lick

I shoot to give

till there ain't nothing left

And if I find that the tracks sound def

I catch wreck till I lose my breath

Thats 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 stay high and try to stay high

Lifes a mess don't stress

test

[? I'm giving, won't think without 'cha living ?] bless

Guess who's back

coming back with the track supply

With Special Ed and Ak, coming right and attack

I'm fighting back, now snap, where they at

When its time to go to combat

Guess who's back

Yes I'm back

Tupac is back (4x)

Drop the drums here it comes

Only got one minute to bounce, and every second counts

I went from hustlin' big, to makin' hits

While some tricks

I'm sure to be rich for ninety-six

I pull my 'capes, on tapes to make

Lets trace the base, to the tape

With the badest bass to date

I try to shake it, but the pace is hard to break

Thoughts I wait, cause they hate my black take

Yeah, its on, its back in t