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VERSE 01: [2Pac]
Dear Mama, I’m caught up in this sickness
I robbed my adversaries but slipped and left a witness
Wonder if they’ll catch me or will this nigga snitch
Should I shoot his bitch or make the nigga rich
Don’t wanna commit murder but damn they got me trapped
Hawkin while I’m walkin and talkin behind my back
I’m kind of schizophrenic; I’m in this shit to win it
Cause life’s a Wheel of Fortune, here’s my chance to spin it
Got no time for cops, who trip and try to catch me
Too fuckin’ trigger happy, to let them suckers snatch me
Niggas gettin’ jealous, tryin’ to find my stash
Whip out the nine, now pull that dime out your ass
Peter picked a pepper but I can pick a punk
Snatched him like a bitch and threw him in the trunk
The punk thought I was bluffin but swear I’m nothin nice
Before I take your life, first wrestle with these mics
I listened to his screams, until he went insane
I guess the little mice had finally found his brain
New Rovers pull me over, I’m sentenced to the pen
Remember that little, bird, he snitched and told a friend
It’s trouble on my mind, I’m with the old timers
And fuck five-O, blaow blaow, turn ’em into forty-niners
VERSE 02: [Eminem]
They think they’re crazy, but they ain’t crazy, let’s face it
Shit, basically they’re just playing sick
They ain’t shit, they ain’t saying shit, spray ’em 50
A to the K, get in the way I’ll bring Dre and them with me
And turn this day into fucking mayhem, you staying with me?
Don’t let me lose you, I’m not trying to confuse you
When I let loose with this Uzi and just shoot through your Isuzu
You get the message? Am I getting through to you?
You know what’s coming, you motherfuckers don’t even know, do you?
Take some Big and some Pac and you mix em up in a pot
Sprinkle a little Big L on top, what the fuck do you got?
You got the realest and illest killers tied up in a knot
The juggernauts of this rap shit, like it or not
It’s like a fight to the top just to see who’d die for the spot
You put ya life in this, nothing like surviving a shot
Y’all know what time it is, soon as 50 signs on this doc
Shit what you know about death threats, cause I get a lot
Shady Records was eighty seconds away from the towers
Some cowards fucked with the wrong building, they meant to hit ours
Better evacuate all children, it’s nuclear showers
There’s nothing spookier
You now about to witness the power of fucking 50
VERSE 03:
Ha Em think you crazy? But we both crazy, let’s retrace it
Fuck, maybe it’s us that is sick
Maybe we ain’t crazy, maybe it’s the people sayin this shit
Pre K to 12th grade, I’m like Lebron with the Heat I say I quit
I’m a sprained ankle,boy, I ain’t nothin to play with, Haha
I don’t like to lose, I’m ain’t tryin to confuse you
When I let loose with my Mauser too shoot through your world view
You get the message? Am I getting through to you?
You don’t want this, you mothafuckas don’t even know, now do you
Take a little Shady and some Mathers and you put em in a pot
Shake a little J Cole on top, tell me what do you got?
The mothafuckin realist and illest shits mixed in that pot
Name me juggernaut of this rap game, like me or not
I’ll fight to the top even if I never will have a spot
What time is it when my ex licks on my cock
Shit what would you do if suicide was somethin you thought a lot
Tom Brady deflates his way to the Super Bowl in 11 seconds
I knew a lot of cowards who’d I’d fuck up, they meant to kill me
Better listen all you children, I’m dissin louder
I’m such a shady
You don’t know nothin about my fuckin power
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