[Intro: 2Pac]
Rest in peace to my motherf*cker
La la la la, la, la
La, la-la la, lahhh
Bye bye, bye bye
All you n*ggas die
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
I reminisce on dangerous summers
We're just a thug n*gga workin’ for drug dealers of neighborhoods
Run up by the age of 13
We was gunnin' and it was fun to see the police runnin'
n*ggas disappear when we comin’
Little, nappy head shorty head addicted to drinkin' 40's
My n*ggas is naughty and y'all n*ggas is f*ckin' corny
But you left me in the summer of '89, a very good year
Crack cocaine sales rose in every hood here
'Til you got knocked
Then locked down, bag of rocks & fat knot
You shot down, what they tell me is you livin' well
Stuck in your cell
Don’t get another slip, ticket, drinkin’ liquor in jail
Just as well, hell n*gga, I bail, whenever needed
There's weed inside of the cereal box so don’t eat it
Where you been n*gga? My homies wanna know
Where you been n*gga? (alone) Where the f*ck you been
Where you been n*gga?
[Hook]
La la la la, la, la
La, la-la la, lahhh
Bye bye, bye bye (God bless the dead)
All you n*ggas die (God bless the dead)
Troublesome, n*gga
Hahaha, troublesome 19-motherf*ckin'-96
Let it be known, n*gga!
Rest in peace to my motherf*cker
[Verse 2: Xxxtentacion]
You ever seen a n*gga hung with a gold chain?
I'd rather sing about the same things that we claim
Such is bashful, but n*ggas like the task force
Mobbin' on the streets and robbin’ stores in ski masks, bruh
n*ggas ask for peace in a riot and bring violence
'Cause it's a game of cat and mouse and you gon' bleed silent
What's the justice in sayin', "f*ck it," and grab the pump?
Then kill a woman with many children makes you a chump
Look at all the stores you wreckin', n*gga I reckon
Think about the people who own it for about a second
I know you got your problems, but brother, they got theirs
This is not a game, quit violence and grow a pair
But yo, you'd rather hear me say, "f*ck the black prejudice
Let's murder different races, grow hatred, and form irrelevant
Views" and etcetera, knives thrown
Damage 'em, lives blown, oblivion hole cold, oblivious
I won't dare say that you should stop the f*ckin' ignorance
Murder ops, killin' sh*t, I'd enjoy the thrill of it
Bathe in blood of officers, different corpses, offin' 'em
Auction 'em, don't you bark at 'em
Murder 'em, never heard of 'em
[Hook: 2Pac]
Where you been n*gga?
[Verse 3: The Notorious B. I. G.]
But they don't know about your stress-filled day
Baby on the way, mad bills to pay
That's why you drink Tanqueray, so you can reminisce
And wish, you wasn't livin' so devilish, sh*t
I remember I was just like you
Smokin' blunts with my crew, flippin' over 62's
'Cause G-E-D wasn't B-I-G
I got P-A-I-D, that's why my moms hate me
She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
Then I figured out nicks went for 20s down South
Packed up my tools for my raw power move
Glock 19 for casket and flower moves
For chumps tryin' to stop my flow
And what they don't know will show on the autopsy
Went to see Papi to cop me a brick
Asked for some consignment, he wasn't tryin' to hear it
Smokin' mad Newports 'cause I'm due in court
For an assault that I caught in Bridgeport, New York
Catch me if you can like the Gingerbread Man
You better have your gat in hand, 'cause man
[Hook: 2Pac]
Rest in peace to my motherf*cker Biggy Smallz
[Hook: Big L]
Big L, Corleone
A smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother
Big L, for real
Corleone is too advanced for y'all
Big L, I'm a pimped-out n*gga for real
Big L, Corleone is too advanced for y'all
[Verse 4: Big L]
Yo, it's Corleone and Queen's Most
We bust 'til your whole team ghost
Everywhere we go, we must bring toast
Forever poppin' the chrome, always droppin' a poem
I can write it or recite it off the top of the dome
However you want it is
How I'm gonna give it to you, Big L style
They brought it back to the streets ‘cause that sh*t sell now
So pal, back up a bit, give me some elbow space
I represent Harlem World, not Melrose Place
So I'ma lace the jewels up with nice baguettes
Flamboyent is the label that writes the checks
Y'all n*ggas better stop fronting ‘cause I might get vexed
And I'ma run up on y'all and slice yours necks
With the machette, pockets heavy
Slang more cane than Eddie; I represent uno tres nueve
Time is money, so I stay late, I'm quick to slide a playmate
Bust off like a tre-eight then vacate
[Hook: Big L]
Big L, Corleone
A smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother
Big L, for real
Corleone is too advanced for y'all
Big L, I'm a pimped-out n*gga for real
Big L, Corleone is too advanced for y'all
[Verse 5: [Eazy E]
Seven-thousand, four hundred, twenty three grains
Of sand drop from the hourglass
It's how much time I got left on this planet
Some motherf*cker's gotta die!
I'm an evil motherf*cker ready to tear sh*t up
I'm gonna put these things on you, and never let up
See, my momma...she was wrong when I was born
That a n*gga like E should'a never been born
Too late, big mistake in '72
It's '92, now the year of code blue
15 hours..11 minutes..30 seconds
I'm a motherf*ckin' wreck
Gonna pay back n*ggas who did me wrong in the past
My days ain't long
I'm comin' strong and fast
Lock up 8 n*ggs..kill up 10 pigs
Innocent and f*ckers are also dyin, too
Now what else can I do?
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck and plant my seeds
[Hook: 2Pac]
La la la la, la, la
La, la-la la, lahhh
Bye bye, bye bye
All you n*ggas die
[Verse 6: Eminem]
His soul's escaping through this hole that is gaping
This world is mine for the taking, make me king
As we move toward a New World Order
A normal life is boring; but superstardom's
Close to post-mortem, it only grows harder
Homie grows hotter, he blows, it's all over
These hoes is all on him, coast-to-coast shows
He's known as the Globetrotter, lonely roads
God only knows, he's grown farther from home, he's no father
He goes home and barely knows his own daughter
But hold your nose, 'cause here goes the cold water
These hoes don't want him no mo', he's cold product
They moved on to the next schmoe who flows
He nose-dove and sold nada, and so the soap opera
Is told, it unfolds, I suppose it's old, partner
But the beat goes on: da-da-dom, da-dom, dah-dah, dah-dah
[Hook: 2Pac]
La la la la, la, la
La, la-la la, lahhh
Bye bye, bye bye
All you n*ggas die (Outlaw)
[Verse 7: 2Pac]
"Murder, murder, my mind state," sh*t ain't changed
Since my last rhyme; the crime rate ain't decline
n*ggas bustin' shots like they lost they mind
Like 25 to life never crossed they mind
Tell me young n*gga never learned a thang
Dead at thirteen ‘cause he yearned to bang
Sent a lot of flowers, but how could I cry?
Tried to warn the little n*gga, "Either stop or die."
Mercy is for the weak, when I speak I scream
Afraid to sleep, I'm havin' crazy dreams
Vivid pictures of my enemies, family times
God forgive me ‘cause it's wrong, but I plan to die
Either take me in Heaven and understand I was a G
Did the best I could, raised in insanity
Or send me to Hell, ‘cause I ain't beggin' for my life
Ain't nothin' worse than this cursed-ass hopeless life
I'm troublesome
[Hook: 2Pac]
La la la la, la, la
La, la-la la, lahhh
Bye bye, bye bye
All you n*ggas die (x3)