[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Dear Mama, I'm caught up in this sickness
I robbed my adversaries but slipped and left a witness
Wonder if they'll catch me or will this n*gga snitch
Should I shoot his b*tch or make the n*gga rich
Don't wanna commit murder but damn they got me trapped
Hawkin while I'm walkin' and talkin' behind my back
I'm kind of schizophrenic; I'm in this sh*t to win it
'Cause life's a Wheel of Fortune, here's my chance to spin it
Got no time for cops, who trip and try to catch me
Too f*ckin' trigger happy, to let them suckers snatch me
n*ggas gettin' jealous, tryin' to find my stash
Whip out the nine, now [?] pump your ass
Peter picked a pepper but I can pick a punk
Snatched him like a b*tch and threw him in the trunk
The punk thought I was bluffin' but swear I'm nothin nice
Before I take your life, first wrestle with these mics
I listened to his screams, until he went insane
I guess the little mice had finally found his brain
New Rovers pull me over, I'm sentenced to the pen'
Remember that little, bird, he snitched and told a friend
It's trouble on my mind, I'm with the old timers
And f*ck five-O, blaow blaow, turn 'em into forty-niners
[Verse 2: 2Pac]
Dear Mama, these cops don't understand me
I turned to a life of crime, ‘cause I came from a broken family
My uncle used to touch me, I never told you that
Scared what you might do, I couldn't hold you back
I kept it deep inside, I done let it fuel my anger
I'm down for all my homies, no mercy for a stranger
The brother in my cell is 16 as well
It's hard to adapt when you're black
And you're trapped in a living hell
I shouldn't have let him catch me
Instead of livin' sad in jail I could've died free and happy
And my cellmate's raped on the norm
And passed around the dorm
You can hear his as*h*le gettin' torn
They made me an animal, can't sleep
Instead of countin' sheep, n*ggas countin' cannibals
And that's how it is in the pen'
Turn old and cold, and your soul is your best friend
My mama, pray for me; tell the Lord to make way for me
Prepare any day for me (Why?)
‘Cause when they come for me they find a struggler
To the death I take the breath from your jugular
The trick is to never lose hope
I found my buddy hangin' dead from a rope; 16 on Death Row
[Verse 3: Eminem]
They think they're crazy, but they ain't crazy, let's face it
sh*t, basically they're just playing sick
They ain't sh*t, they ain't saying sh*t, spray 'em 50
A to the K, get in the way I'll bring Dre and them with me
And turn this day into f*cking mayhem, you staying with me?
Don't let me lose you, I'm not trying to confuse you
When I let loose with this Uzi and just shoot through your Isuzu
You get the message? Am I getting through to you?
You know what's coming, you motherf*ckers don't even know, do you?
Take some Big and some Pac and you mix em up in a pot
Sprinkle a little Big L on top, what the f*ck do you got?
You got the realest and illest killers tied up in a knot
The juggernauts of this rap sh*t, like it or not
It's like a fight to the top just to see who'd die for the spot
You put ya life in this, nothing like surviving a shot
Y'all know what time it is, soon as 50 signs on this doc
sh*t what you know about death threats, 'cause I get a lot
Shady Records was eighty seconds away from the towers
Some cowards f*cked with the wrong building, they meant to hit ours
Better evacuate all children, it's nuclear showers
There's nothing spookier
You now about to witness the power of f*cking 50