blow you up, but gurl yo' pussy the sheeeeit! [Chorus w/ Songz ad-libs] [Trey Songz - Outro] Bun Beeda, Pimp C, 2Pac and me S-O, N-G, Z Bun Beeda, Pimp C, 2Pac
up big spliff Inna mi hand and Hennessey inna mi cup Yuh see the gal dem wi ve up is like sum angel Abducted dem fat and grad up Yuh a here mi when yuh
[Kane] Where's 2Pac and Biggie Smalls?? *crowd goes nuts* [Scoob] Yeah, ahhhhhhhhhhhh-ight? (Yeah!) [Scoob] Keep it goin! [Kane] Mister Cee.. Yo Scoob
in the hallway Ya fantasies come alive ya heart rate shall increase when we meet up In this dark place Ya might think ya happy with him but that's a lie
fed up But come out, gun-blazin', and keep yo' head up You can call it what you want to but it ain't gon' change Above the law, 2Pac, OG's in this rap
Hog and this 'Pac nigga... picture us rollin [Danny Boy] Rollin Picture me roll-hoee-ollin Picture me, picture me rollin [2Pac speaks while Danny Boy keeps
2Pac:] (I ain't mad at cha) I ain't, mad, at cha [2Pac:] (A true down ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha) [Verse Three: 2Pac] Well guess who's movin up
the woods, target cats come from under the V's Sneeze wrong, course I'm clappin' Keep it movin' homeboy, the macs always actin' Spit in your face, go 'head
deadlies we two tech and 2pac will see you in our room wit your victorias secret see thru I thought you knew Chorus Pac: I call you up long distance
enemies, wild conspiracies I'm a say this 'till the day that I die Seven thirty fives bring on bitches lies While you bullshitin', I'm hard hittin' like 2pac, I keep
funny how times quick to change up Damn boy i came up like findin some money Thank got for this rap, i aint grindin fr money Never will forget, gotta keep
cash Now did you listen to the words I was spittin at ya? You so much you gonna make g-star rival at ya [Young Noble - Verse 2] I give it to you good
[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
[kane] where's 2pac and biggie smalls? ? *crowd goes nuts* [scoob] yeah, ahhhhhhhhhhhh-ight? (yeah!) [scoob] keep it goin! [kane] mister cee.. Yo scoob
bucks ta stack up. My nuts is backed up. I'm about ta act up. Go load tha mack up. Now watch me klack up. Try makin' fat cuts. But yo it ain't workin
[Verse 1] [The Game] We on the spot like ya On the top like ya Bring the Rozay leather Bottles pop like yaaa Lift up your top ma yaaaa Now make your booty
Boy] Poster Boy, Fosterville, Kay Slay the Drama King Fuck with the kid, gotta throw ya moms over the bridge RP put the hawk to ya over ya ribs Keep
Radiation of a radio TV movie nation On your goddamn mind makes ya blind You don't matter and they don't mind These be the things that makes ya blind Now y'all keep