Lyrics:

now everybody from the 3 1 3,
put your mother-fucking hands up and follow me,
everybody from the 3 1 3 put your mother-fucking hands up.
Look, look,

now while he stands tough,
notice that this man does not have his hands up.
the free world got you gassed up
but whos afraid of the big bad woof?

1,2,3 and to the4
1pac, 2pac, 3pac 4,
4pac, 3pac, 2pac, 1,
you're pac, he's pac no pac none.

this guy aint a mother-fucking MC,
i know everything he's got to say against me,
i am white, i am a fucking bum, i do live in a trailer with my mom,
my boy future is an uncle tom.

i do got a dumb friend named Cheddar Bob, who shoots
himself in the leg with his owen gun,
i did get jumped by all 6 of you chumps
and Wink did fuck my girl,
but i'm still standin here screamin 'FUCK THE FREE WORLD!'
and never try and judge me dude
you don't know what the fuck i've been through.

but i know something about you,
you went to Cranbrook, thats a private school,
what's the matter dawg you embarrased?
this guy's a gangster?
His real name is Clearance.

and Clearance lives at home with both parents,
and Clearance's parents have a real good marriage,
this guy don't wanna battle, he's shook,
cuz they know how to uprane Free World crooks,
he's scared to death,
he's scared to look in his fuckin yearbook, fuck Cranbrook.

fuck the beat i go accapella,
fuck a papa doc, fuck a clock, fuck a trailer, fuck everybody,
fuck y'all if you doubt me,
i'm a piece of fuckin white trash i say it proudly,
and fuck this battle i don't wanna win im outty,
here tell these people something they don't know about me.