2Pac

So what the fuck you talkin' about?

Goody, goody, gumdrops, nigga, get your hoodie
An' your gun cocked, rock it 'til the drum stops
Hip hop, even if my shit flip flop
An' it probably wouldn't stop, talk shit an' get socked

How ya hang 'em? Know a realer, nigga? You could bring him
If I don't represent the shit, I'll kick it, we could sway him
As if I know ya, then I could show ya
But if I don't know, I got a fo'-fo' fo' ya

So, so peep game at point blank range
The fame can't change what the game maintains
Strange, wind against the grain
Aw, shit, flick or no flick, I tricks for no bitch

Catch up on your pimpin', I ain't simpin', I'ma dis her
Couldn't be my sister if she actin' like I missed her
Tell me why they, tell me why they, tell me why they play me?
Don't these niggas know that neither one of y'all can flay me?

I ain't big, I ain't buff, I ain't Diesel
But fuck wit Tupac an' pop goes the weasel
Me an' Threat made a bet on how many fellas
Would jack a mothafuckin' real nigga 'coz they jealous

They do it for the fame, explain, insane
What's in a name, what's in a name? Peep game

Punk bitch, how ya like me now?
Can't fuck around wit the funky style
Put it together like a puzzle builder
If Trenton don't getcha, Pops gon' kill ya

Killa Cali, the state where they kill
Down wit Oaktown? What's up homie, can I chill?
The bitches lookin' funny, feel 'em at me, feel 'em at me
Wit they minds on they Heaven, wit they 3 5 7

Where you at? On the freeway, deep in LA
Okay, see you when get here, loc, okay
Here I am, here I am, goddamn, that was quick
Told ya I was comin', who is that? Is that your woman?

Na, that's just a hooch lookin' for some juice
What's up my nigga? What ya know, a nigga got a little bigger
That's all folks know, fat gold ropes
Gotta keep a low key for my attack when I approach

I want the diamonds, the pearls, the round the way girls
'Coz baby got, baby got backs out this world
Would you give a fee? Never, fly like a feather
Make more money than your father an' your momma put together

The game is to be sold, not to be told
So buy it, can't afford it?
Low budget hoes gotta brother, peep game

Punk bitch, how ya like me now?
Can't fuck around wit the funky style
Put it together like a puzzle builder
If Trenton don't getcha, Pops gon' kill ya

Don't sell out, get the hell out
'Coz here I come, hit 'em with my bop gun
They came an' they blast, we got wit they ass
An' oh, pop this vest an' all the rest of that mess

Comin' through like Terminator 2
Bruise your crew 'coz we ain't afraid of you
You know what time it is wit me once the clock strike 3
They go for coo coo like Cocoa Puffs, ooh, wee

Punk bitch, how ya like me now?
Can't fuck around wit the funky style
Put it together like a puzzle builder
If Trenton don't getcha, Pops gon' kill ya

Time to get paid, time to get paid, check
Time to represent the West, on me, nothin' but a vest
Got my hands on my glock, eyes on the prize
First sucka jump, first sucka die

Gimme mine, gimme mine, gimme mine like I told ya
Hard as a boulder, mothafuckin' soldier
Boom bam boom, it's a stick up
Vice President Dan Quayle eat a dick up, peep game

Punk bitch, how ya like me now?
Can't fuck around wit the funky style
Put it together like a puzzle builder
If Trenton don't getcha, Pops gon' kill ya

Punk bitch, how ya like me now?
Can't fuck around wit the funky style
Put it together like a puzzle builder
If Trenton don't getcha, Pops gon' kill ya

Punk bitch, fuck all those mothafuckas
They all can eat a mothafuckin' dick up
Word up, fuck the police, I don't give a fuck
Bobcat in this mothafucka, boy

Big up, big up to the criminals, fuck 'em
This is serious business, yeah, Microphone Mafia
Tupac, Threat, Bobcat, 93 shot
Yeah, nigga, bitch