[Richie Rich] Pac [Tupac] Hey [Richie Rich] What's happenin' [Tupac] Not MuthaFuckin double R... Richie Rich [Richie Rich] What's happenin' baby,
spirits of the world with the words with in this song, And I (I wish) Wish I could teach a could teach a soul to fly, Take away the pain out cha hands
deep in a zone And lift the spirits of the world with the words with in this song and I Wish I could teach a soul to fly Take away the pain out cha hands
Sho nuff, I keep my hand on my gun 'Cuz they got me on the run Now I'm back in the court room Waitin' on the outcome Free 2pac is all that's on that
[2Pac] A military mind nigga A military mind mean money A criminal grind nigga A criminal grind mean hustle You know [Chorus: 2Pac (repeat 2X)] We tradin
It flows from the streets to athlete's Bangin' to track meets From Venus to Serina You know that we pack heat Gimmie mine! (Chorus: Krayzie Bone x2) Verse 2
on the rise On top of the world Just a looking down and laughing at'cha I never be bothered like 2pac I ain't mad at'cha So baby beware This game of
to frowns When they see a playa on the rise on top of the world Just a lookin' down and laughin' at'cha I'll never be popular like that 2Pac, "I ain't mad at'cha
song that i felt it was nessesary that i bring it back And i just kinda like came along with the song; Here yo boy lyfe Jennings or your boy 2pac [
could turn yo colla up put yo dollas up now pull yer hat down low (okay) now back them chicks up off you (all night long) (Verse 2) go head dog get cha
Virginia went on a killin' spree Look at me (Chorus) (Outro - Talking) Y'all know what to do right? Take care of what'cha got homie I mean, ya never know what'cha
t jock me 'cause I'm popular The group with the glock, I love to pop the gun Coppers get shot, they shouldn't try to stop the Mafia 2Pac'll pack a person
from behind tryin to creep. No halfs wit no straps, jack. It's on to bounce back. And an ounce so fat, they snatch my style ? Get this grip wit hollows to get cha
phone number. Chorus repeats 2X (Girl and Tupac converse) G:Hello? 2:Hello? who is this? G:Is this Tupac? 2:This is who? G:Is this Tupac? 2:Yeah, it
trip I'd rather be Judged by 12 than be carried by 6. that's why its... Chorus x2 Verse 2 (master p) Picture me rollin, rest in peace pac I'm ridin
nut) And I ain't sayin' shit 'cause it rhyme I got colon cancer, I'm dyin' Yayiyay, rest in peace, Jam Master Jay 2-Pac and Notorious B.I.G., c'mon
for they britches Curb servin, they double up to get richer Fuck around them lil' niggaz comin to get'cha and get wit'cha Dump until six hit'cha, don'