[Intro: 2Pac]
n*ggas playing deadly motherf*ckin' war games (deadly war games)
That n*gga rappin’ about my motherf*ckin' life!
I'm talking to you, n*gga (fake-ass motherf*cker)
The f*ck you talkin’ about
Let's get it on now
He got shot and left the hospital the same day
Bring the noise
When? What month, motherf*cker? (Y'all motherf*ckers soft as jelly) What motherf*ckin' month?
Bring the noise
How you talkin' about gattin' and shootin'
You ain't firm n*gga, you soft
Where the f*ck do these n*ggas live where all this sh*t be goin’ down?
Soft ass n*gga
f*ck your clique n*gga
You want to know how I did this sh*t?
Bunch of skinny motherf*ckers
You want to know how real my sh*t is?
n*gga, go read the motherf*ckin’ newspaper, you trick-ass n*gga
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Heyyyyyyy, huh
How many broke-down rappers got some sh*t to say?
I sit and strategize, in due time, them b*tches pay
Plus all day, I puff weed 'til my eyes bleed red
Undercover tactics, leave my enemies dead
Check this, I know you n*ggas got no love for me
But how the f*ck your whole clique turn to thugs, homie?
Like misdemeanors, it’s a small thang
You n*ggas ain't ready for war, let my balls hang
Bust it, I took apart your whole crew, lack heart, I ain't concerned
I bust at Bad Boy, Mobb Deep and murder The Firm
When you scream "Fake thugs," who the f*ck you mean?
Get more cream than all of y'all, n*gga, f*ck your team
Now Dre want to switch sides, tricks hide in war
Last year, I’d shed tears, but I don't cry no more
Plus Jay-Z tried to play me, won't last long
Go ask King Sun how it feel to have your ass gone
Listen Doo-Wop, don't get your sh*t knocked, you can't win
[Hook: E.D.I. Amin]
I be that young n*gga, EDI, Amin, huh
Rappers is fixin' to come up short
If y'all don't come clean
Check it, I'm at home watchin', sh*ttin', sittin'
And I see some n*ggas on a T.V. line, what a pity
Ain't nothin' but a copy, of a copy
Reincarnation of an imitation, sloppy
[Verse 2: Napoleon]
Now won't you just, signal me
Before you try to take another one of my folks
Took they breath so they choke
And I know I did a lot of dirt
But grand said it wouldn't hurt
My death is comin', 'cause I feel it, smell it
When I work, did you see me
Comin' up I tried to take it easy
Plan at the wrong place, at the wrong time
I leave you with a broken mind
Ya whole block is f*cked
Whole family is cryin', when the guns go bust
I went from Jersey to Cali, n*gga
I seen it all, when n*ggas get they head busted
And didn't fall
[Hook: E.D.I. Amin]
I be that young n*gga, EDI, Amin, huh
Rappers is fixin' to come up short
If y'all don't come clean
Check it, I'm at home watchin', sh*ttin', sittin'
And I see some n*ggas on a T.V. line, what a pity
Ain't nothin' but a copy, of a copy
Reincarnation of an imitation, sloppy
[Post-Hook: E.D.I. Amin]
Don't even know you got these white folks laughin' at cha
How the hell, you gonna base your lifestyle after a movie character
I'm dumpin' back at cha
Huh, fully loaded and you can quote it
Thug n*ggas casket is ridin' roll it
[Verse 3: Game]
I'm feeling like a black demo-crack Barack Obama
The only n*gga that can catch Asama
Great Llama's get good head and f*ck fly b*tches when no government
Only kitchen oven-meant
What was to the government
Ask the republicans, I crack cocaine get smoke with it
Watch me throw they hands up, and say it wasn't them
Ass for rep this is my lyrical asthma attack
It's all I know:
The guns
The cash
The drone
For them cash troll my own right
Compo like Mafioso
Ben Franky on the low pros
Droptop Bentley
Chromed out semis, two grand and popular demand
Like the first pennies
My automo pinky wrists
Say it's time to deplom Jay Quit
Tell 'em other n*ggas to take 6
Cooper Butt 50 was coming out the speaking sky
Every video b*tch scared to f*ck with me
[Hook: E.D.I. Amin]
I be that young n*gga, EDI, Amin, huh
Rappers is fixin' to come up short
If y'all don't come clean
Check it, I'm at home watchin', sh*ttin', sittin'
And I see some n*ggas on a T.V. line, what a pity
Ain't nothin' but a copy, of a copy
Reincarnation of an imitation, sloppy
[Post-Hook: E.D.I. Amin]
Don't even know you got these white folks laughin' at cha
How the hell, you gonna base your lifestyle after a movie character
I'm dumpin' back at cha
Huh, fully loaded and you can quote it
Thug n*ggas casket is ridin' roll it
[Verse 4: Young Noble]
I'm hell-bound, One Nation
My destination is jail bound
Penetration to get ya n*ggas shot down, it's my town
Put your B'9s and Glocks down
Outlawz drop down
Shuttin' your whole spot down
We rock towns daily
Sippin' on the Baileys with thug passion
Mashin' with Mr. Makaveli, so tell me
Which one of y'all n*ggas want the war to be civilized?
Ill as Killa Keise and I be c*ckin' in your enterprise
Criminalize, thoughts
When I be thinkin' draw fast, haul ass
When you see a n*gga reachin' for what, the heater
Back streets I know, critically in Italy
Like Bellissimo
But down in Mexico, policio try to track me
Transform my Jersey army to some Killa' Cali
Khaki so Kadafi back me
[Verse 5: Yaki Kadafi]
Ehhhhhhhh yoooooo
They wanna strangle me and trap me
Angle to angle, blast me (ride on these b*tches)
So you n*ggas can't match me (hehe)
When it comes to the chips (that's right)
We flip and c*ck back like a fifth
(Eh yo, Kadafi keep a gat on these, while I do it)