Lyrics:

Intro: Fuck 2Pac that nigga ain't shit that nigga ain't from muhfuckin' New York That nigga be out there with them Cali niggas Yo nigga man fuck Pac that nigga West Coast that fucker that always with them New York niggas seen them with that nigga man that nigga ain't from the West Coast Man fuck Pac fuck that nigga that nigga ain't really down rapin' ass nigga I didn't do it fuck it with that nigga fuck that nigga man fuck that nigga let that nigga go to jail right and fuck that nigga fuck that nigga fuck you too nigga 2Pac (overlapping) I'm in this muthafucka I guess these muthafuckas tryin' to take me out the business right I guess I ain't East Coast enough for my niggas back in New York and I ain't West Coast for these niggas on the West huh? Fuck e'rybody Heh heh heh... Thug style out this muthafucka niggas throw ya hands in the air If you got Jeep make ya speakers pop I want muthafucking police trying to pull niggas over on this one We taking this one to the whole 'nother level gutter style Thug style You feel me, things that we can only do as a real G We ain't dead yet, feel me!! Verse 1 I got my Hennessy find ya foes in a room full of niggas tryin' to hide ya hoes I'm getting high off buddha 'Cause the times be slow I keep my mind on dough you never find me broke and who meee a nigga livin' life like a G in that artillery keepin' niggas off of me I can't sleep living in these wicked times peep, niggas after me 'cause they see I'm stacking G's and heat You can holler if you want to pleeease I ain't runnin' with no punk crew beeee enemies and my range is on you're in the danger zo