Pac stopped at the Luxor where his bags was at
Switched shirts to the same jersey that he wore
In the "How Do You Want It" joint, so I'll be sure to ask him that
Got a tip he's headed to the 662 club
Soon as he moved we pursued him
Red light ahead, on the right side how we pulled up
Same time on the left side was these two sluts
Now that they're distracted it's the perfect time to shoot guns
Stretch on my new gloves, roll the window down I'm ready
Aim it at their black 750 arm strong and steady
Let off one shot for every song on the Makaveli
(Blaat! Blaat! Blaat!) I'm sorry for your mom Afeni
(Blaat! Blaat! Blaat!) I like your aunt Assata heavy
(Blaat! Blaat! Blaat!) If you live I hope you go to Cuba
(Blaat! Blaat! Blaat!) I hope they got my million dollars ready
Grazed Suge's head to show him he ain't God of any
Skurt! Then we pulled off like I'm Andretti
Took a quick right passed the Glock to Keffe D
Hurry to the club, give it to an undercover cop named Reggie
First drop me at the telly where I laid low
A little later hit the pay phone
Called _____ told him that I got him, where the pesos?
He told me he ain't dead yet, they still trying to save holmes
If he don't die then the bank closed
I hung up mad, damn! Pac got them slave bones!
Somehow his body eat the bullets when I spray chrome
Needed better aim though, 6 more days for him to fade slow
Over that time I went insane though
Never got the gold at the ending of the rainbow
Connected all the angles, like his gold chain rope
Euphanasia pendant on it, Death of an Angel
Serpent getting wrestled on it, search and see the message on it
Perfectly connecting all it, everything occurring got a 7 on it
He was 25 that's 7
Died at 4:03 thats 7
I shot him on the 7th, three numbers everybody out in Vegas wanted
It's like someone in heaven trying to send a warning
2Pac reversed is caput or destroyed
Shakur flipped around spells ruckus which is noise
Noise when destroyed is eternal silence
Deaf and death sound like the same word recited
Are you convinced yet?
Blood sacrifice a goat wrong and get hexed
I might've conjured too much power for this thin chest
Safe to say the past twenty years I been stressed
2Pac Amaru was an Incan King
That was beheaded cuz he fought to keep his people free
Probably by a nikka just as weak as me
I killed the cub of a mother Panther that speaks to me
She said the day you die your soul will be released to me
I know it's you that stuck that diseased needle in Eazy E!
The karmas eating me!
And I keep another secret deep
I'm confessing to the murder of Christopher Wallace
It was me squeezing heat at his GMC!
I wouldn't even mind if they threw this on the soundtrack