I ain't, mad, at cha [2Pac:] (I ain't mad at cha) I ain't, mad, at cha [2Pac:] (A true down ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha) [Verse Three: 2Pac] Well
now tasting the rock Thinking of Pac and Yak So we mash blinded Gonna be Hell 4 a Hustla Till the gats find me And you can ask 1-2 He used to be on new
grindin' until you tired." So I'm grinding with my eyes wide, Looking to find, A way through the day, A life for the night, Dear lord you've taok so many
more whores on the dick This ones for [distorted] and my Riker's Island niggas That remember when I came through The big O B C C H D M 2 C 74 Little
just spray I sippin like tha AK gotta clear tha block off tha Yungstar aint gone play gots to pop I bang in your ear I shed so many tears I bang R Kelly
When it came to dope I was quick to export Never tired of ballin' so it's on to the next sport New Mercedes sedan they'll export So many cars DMV though
it to I missed your wake not 'cause I'm fake 'Cause I hate to see somebody so great in that way I woulda stayed so long with so much to say I had to
. So go ahead and talk about me and spread your lies. You the one accountable for every tear when I cry. I shed so many tears for so many years, God
rip through yo' ribs More painful than watchin R. Kelly piss on yo' kids Here's the ultimatum motherfucker, give me the ASCAP Or give America Biggie and 2Pac
? Word up, hahahahaha I shoulda seen you was trouble right from the starrrrt, taught me so many lessons How not to mess with broken hearts, so many questions
but hoping that you didn't notice When i was at my low as So I knew they were watching, I couldn't stop it So many things I wanted to accomplish Too many
watcha gonna do? Watcha gonna do, watch out, we comin' at you Bad Boy, Bad Boy, watcha gonna do? Watcha gonna do, watch out, we comin' at you [2PAC]
ain't gon' change Above the Law, 2Pac, O.G.'s in this rap game And we done lived a long hard life And we done shed so many tears under these bright
like happy days, I'm the real Fonzy Top off the coupe, that's how JFK got shot B Can't let niggaz roll up beside me and 2Pac me Holla if you hear me, tears
ya she Ms. Pac Many wish her command, uh ADT's ain't stop me, simple like ABC's Snip cut game just as easy as 1 2 3, breaking an entry so elementary
for 2 Back in 94 limp opened a show for you Rocked the crowd better and stole the whole show from you Took your motherfuckin DJ and stole him too So
wood, I'm ma keep it so hood And I got chills when I signed my deal And I shed tears when Biggie and Pac got killed It's only one other broad that really
tear, I'm a made nigga [2Pac] Ha ha ha.. call me a Bad Boy killer murder motherfuckers daily Know the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli Gettin lessons