It's 'Pac, Makaveli
I'm in tha studio drunker than a motherfuckah
Ready to freestyle this shit, and do it wild
Live
fo all my dogs

fo all my dogs out there raisin hell
just to see a young nigga raise tha mail
Stepped out on tha streetz fresh from jail
All tha police wanna rag and tell
Not knowin' that I stacks my mail, uh
All these niggaz wanna see me fail, uh
That's just tha intro
As I sit back and rock this instrumental, uh

After tha fire comes tha rain
After pleasure there's pain
Even though we broke fo tha moment
be Ballin' again
Time to make your, my military be prepared fo tha bustas
similar to bitches too scary to hear me rushin'
Visions of over packed prisons
millions of niggaz thug livin'
Precious, Big Straps, hope they don't tell us
They pull a heatah
Ammunition in grace
Shh, move without a sound
As we slide down
Pistols in place
They got me finnin' fo currency
the money be callin' me
It's like I'm dreamin'
Singin' seizing me ballin'
sophisticated, and this fuckin' misbehavior
Got tha cocked 4-5 snatchin' niggaz pagers
Label tha marks
Soon as we start
It was hard to quit
Started out drinkin' forties moved to harder shit
Goddamn, now I'ma grown man
I follow no man
Nigga got my own plan
In my hand got tha 45
I kick it live to survive
Make these niggaz die
While gettin' high

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