that was some tongue-twister type shyt
that rant at the end
Pac had the GOAT rants, he always rhymed too
so it was sorta like poetry
fukk the judge, I gotta grudge
Punk police, nikkas run the streets
Hahah, it ain't nuttin' but muuuusic
shyt's changed
1995 the game has changed, motherfukkers is actin REAL strange
The rules is all rearranged
You got babies lyin' dead in the streets
These punk police is crooked as me
But all I see is motherfukkers actin less than G's
Stop bein' a playa-hater, be a innovator nikka
fukk that shyt, don't be no entertainer and a stranger
Be a real motherfukker keep it real pack that steel
Cause you know these streets is real ill
Muh'fukkers wanna see me in my casket
Jealous, motherfukkin' b*stards
I never die, thug nikkas multiply
Cause after me is Thug Life baby
Then the
young thugs
Then the youngest thug of all, my nikka RahRah!