[00:00.00]**** 2Pac that ***** ain't ****
[00:00.67]That ***** ain't from muh****in' New York
[00:02.17]That ***** be out there with them Cali *****s
[00:04.22]Yo, ***** man, **** Pac, that ***** West Coast
[00:06.62]That ****** that always with them New York *****s
[00:08.57]Seen them with that *****, man, that ***** ain't from the West Coast
[00:11.37]Man, **** Pac, **** that *****, that ***** ain't really down
[00:13.97]Rapin' ass *****, I didn't do it **** it with that *****
[00:16.42]**** that *****, man, **** that *****, let that ***** go to jail
[00:19.42]And **** that *****, **** that *****, **** you too *****
[00:21.87]Thug style out this mutha****a *****s
[00:23.77]Throw ya hands in the air
[00:25.07]If you got Jeep make ya speakers pop
[00:27.02]I want mutha****ing police
[00:28.62]Trying to pull *****s over on this one
[00:30.47]We taking this one to the whole 'nother level
[00:32.42]Gutter style, Thug style, you feel me
[00:34.82]Things that we can only do as a real G
[00:36.72]We ain't dead yet, hit me
[00:38.72]I got my Hennessey, find ya foes
[00:40.72]In a room full of *****s tryin' to hide ya hoes
[00:42.92]I'm getting high off Buddha, 'cause the times be slow
[00:45.32]I keep my mind on dough, you never find me broke
[00:47.37]And who me, a ***** livin' life like a G
[00:49.77]In that artillery, keepin' *****s off of me
[00:52.02]I can't sleep living in these wicked times
[00:54.42]Peep, *****s after me 'cause they see I'm stacking G's and heat
[00:57.17]You can holler if you want to please
[00:59.32]I ain't runnin' with no punk crew bleed
[01:01.47]Enemies and my range is on, you're in the danger zone
[01:04.37]My ****in' game is strong
[01:06.02]Hotline you suckas better find ya mind
[01:08.57]I got mine from hustling and busting them rhymes
[01:10.82]To my *****s up in Quentin down on Riker's Isle
[01:13.52]Stay rile but a ***** gotta use his styles
[01:15.67]These *****s don't know my style
[01:17.37]Quick to smile juvenile, was a problem child
[01:20.12]Try to put me in the courts but my force was wild
[01:22.42]*****made ass *****s don't know my style,
[01:24.47]These *****s don't know my style
[01:26.17]Quick to smile juvenile, was a problem child
[01:28.87]Try to put me in the courts but my force was wild
[01:31.27]*****made ass *****s don't know my style
[01:33.27]I could be wrong but I never got along with cops
[01:35.77]It's like they stuck from making *****s duck from Glocks
[01:38.27]And all the time my mind's full of thoughts of ends
[01:40.72]I'm still rolling my bucket but I bought me a Benz
[01:43.07]My fake friends say they love me but I know they lie
[01:45.67]'Cause in the dark see they hearts' full of homicide
[01:48.07]My mama cried when they took me off to jail
[01:50.47]Only me inside the cell, straight locked up in this hell
[01:53.07]I hear some sucka screaming like the demon's inside
[01:55.77]Will 'em awake in the morning, only the strong survive
[01:58.37]I cry but in my own way, swallow my pride
[02:00.82]Pick a reason to hide from all the *****s that die
[02:03.42]Cemetery full of brothers I buried, it's going down
[02:05.92]Even now I wonder will I still be around
[02:08.37]My hometown is the gutter, I was born a wild
[02:20.47]I came up out this dust with my heartless style
[02:22.47]These *****s don't know my style
[02:24.12]Quick to smile juvenile, was a problem child
[02:26.87]Try to put me in the courts but my force was wild
[02:29.17]*****made ass *****s don't know my style
[02:31.27]These, *****s don't know my style
[02:33.12]Quick to smile juvenile, was a problem child
[02:35.77]Try to put me in the court but my force was wild
[02:38.07]*****made ass *****s don't know my style
[02:40.07]I remember, uptown, huh, got to get to listenin' to Mr. Magic
[02:43.72]Cuttin' up the hits and even though I had habit
[02:46.32]Makin' words rhyme, I was caught up in the madness
[02:48.87]Juvenile Thugs come on, I tell the whole story nothin' but truth
[02:52.02]Halloween throwin' eggs from the project roofs
[02:54.72]And Pete and Lee young G's with a gift of gab
[02:57.37]And tryin' to hook up with the ******s
[02:59.02]Who was quick to stab, remember mama's cooking
[03:01.37]No school straight hookin' and tryin' to get with light skinned
[03:04.12]'Cause she good looking
[03:05.22]And jumpin' over turnstiles 'cause we ain't paying
[03:07.82]Call the cuties cuss words but we only playing
[03:10.12]I'm prayin' I can get a buck no luck
[03:12.47]I had to move around a lot, 'cause my moms was stuck
[03:14.77]I had family but I was way too wild
[03:17.17]Had to move to the West to regain my style
[03:19.47]These *****s don't know my style
[03:21.22]Quick to smile juvenile, was a problem child
[03:23.92]Try to put me in the courts but my force was wild
[03:26.27]*****made ass *****s don't know my style
[03:28.17]Scream, *****s don't know my style
[03:29.97]Quick to smile juvenile, was a problem child
[03:32.67]Try to put me in the court but my force was wild
[03:35.07]*****made ass *****s don't know my style
[03:36.97]I scream, *****s don't know my style
[03:38.77]Quick to smile juvenile, was a problem child
[03:41.47]Try to put me in the courts but my force was wild
[03:43.92]*****made ass *****s don't know my style
[03:45.82]These *****s don't know my style
[03:47.62]Quick to smile juvenile, was a problem child
[03:50.32]Try to put me in the court but my force was wild
[03:52.62]*****made ass *****s don't know my style
[03:54.62]These *****s don't know my style
[03:56.42]Quick to smile juvenile, was a problem child
[03:59.07]Try to put me in the court but my force was wild
[04:01.42]*****made ass *****s don't know my style
[04:03.42]These *****s don't know my style
[04:05.22]Quick to smile juvenile, was a problem child
[04:07.92]Try to put me in the **********ing court but my force was wild
[04:10.82]**********ing *****

**** 2Pac that ***** ain't ****
That ***** ain't from muh****in' New York
That ***** be out there with them Cali *****s
Yo, ***** man, **** Pac, that ***** West Coast
That ****** that always with them New York *****s
Seen them with that *****, man, that ***** ain't from the West Coast
Man, **** Pac, **** that *****, that ***** ain't really down
Rapin' ass *****, I didn't do it **** it with that *****
**** that *****, man, **** that *****, let that ***** go to jail
And **** that *****, **** that *****, **** you too *****
Thug style out this mutha****a *****s
Throw ya hands in the air
If you got Jeep make ya speakers pop
I want mutha****ing police
Trying to pull *****s 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, hit me
I got my Hennessey, find ya foes
In a room full of *****s 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 me, a ***** livin' life like a G
In that artillery, keepin' *****s off of me
I can't sleep living in these wicked times
Peep, *****s after me 'cause they see I'm stacking G's and heat
You can holler if you want to please
I ain't runnin' with no punk crew bleed
Enemies and my range is on, you're in the danger zone
My ****in' game is strong
Hotline you suckas better find ya mind
I got mine from hustling and busting them rhymes
To my *****s up in Quentin down on Riker's Isle
Stay rile but a ***** gotta use his styles
These *****s don't know my style
Quick to smile juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the courts but my force was wild
*****made ass *****s don't know my style,
These *****s don't know my style
Quick to smile juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the courts but my force was wild
*****made ass *****s don't know my style
I could be wrong but I never got along with cops
It's like they stuck from making *****s duck from Glocks
And all the time my mind's full of thoughts of ends
I'm still rolling my bucket but I bought me a Benz
My fake friends say they love me but I know they lie
'Cause in the dark see they hearts' full of homicide
My mama cried when they took me off to jail
Only me inside the cell, straight locked up in this hell
I hear some sucka screaming like the demon's inside
Will 'em awake in the morning, only the strong survive
I cry but in my own way, swallow my pride
Pick a reason to hide from all the *****s that die
Cemetery full of brothers I buried, it's going down
Even now I wonder will I still be around
My hometown is the gutter, I was born a wild
I came up out this dust with my heartless style
These *****s don't know my style
Quick to smile juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the courts but my force was wild
*****made ass *****s don't know my style
These, *****s don't know my style
Quick to smile juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the court but my force was wild
*****made ass *****s don't know my style
I remember, uptown, huh, got to get to listenin' to Mr. Magic
Cuttin' up the hits and even though I had habit
Makin' words rhyme, I was caught up in the madness
Juvenile Thugs come on, I tell the whole story nothin' but truth
Halloween throwin' eggs from the project roofs
And Pete and Lee young G's with a gift of gab
And tryin' to hook up with the ******s
Who was quick to stab, remember mama's cooking
No school straight hookin' and tryin' to get with light skinned
'Cause she good looking
And jumpin' over turnstiles 'cause we ain't paying
Call the cuties cuss words but we only playing
I'm prayin' I can get a buck no luck
I had to move around a lot, 'cause my moms was stuck
I had family but I was way too wild
Had to move to the West to regain my style
These *****s don't know my style
Quick to smile juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the courts but my force was wild
*****made ass *****s don't know my style
Scream, *****s don't know my style
Quick to smile juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the court but my force was wild
*****made ass *****s don't know my style
I scream, *****s don't know my style
Quick to smile juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the courts but my force was wild
*****made ass *****s don't know my style
These *****s don't know my style
Quick to smile juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the court but my force was wild
*****made ass *****s don't know my style
These *****s don't know my style
Quick to smile juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the court but my force was wild
*****made ass *****s don't know my style
These *****s don't know my style
Quick to smile juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the **********ing court but my force was wild
**********ing *****