Well guess who's movin up, this nikka's ballin' now
bytches be callin' to get it, hookers keep fallin' down
He went from nothin' to lots, ten carots to rock
Went from a nobody nikka to the big, man on the block
My nikka Pac was like Iook at this dirt rock nikka, this nikka used to be a bum, no not this nikka, it can't be
He's Mister local celebrity, addicted to move a key
Most hated by enemy, escape in the luxury
See, first you was our nikka but you made it, so the choice is made
Now we gotta slay you why you faded
Hold Up Pac, Why you want to kill him because he made it
Pac was that nikka
He wanted to kill him for coming up.
Listen to Never had a friend like me by Pac or when my homies call for true friendship records. I ain't mad at cha really is fukked up. Great but fukked up.