baby this is your last dance; you know how you do it
there's no nigga like you and there'll never be another nigga like you
put your foot on these motherfuckers necks
daytons spin lowrider sittin low
hittin corners so hard you can taste my rims
i can't hide in new york city
i'm 'bout it in the south
know a chick from watts with bad boy tatted on her breast
i done been there and did it
ten years without gettin sweat inside my yankee fitted
1990-raw i showed you ice
you ain't know who jacob was so i showed you twice
when it was i had two bezels on my arm
ride with a chaffeur in gucci loafers
and switch to all stars without losin focus
these rap niggaz hopeless you can change the locks
but i'ma shine for niggaz that ain't know big
it feels good to see the sun in the mornin
i'm tired of feelin that the people are talkin
i heard a rumor that things ain't changin
but lord knows that we gon' make it
to give you what you need
and take the bullets out of 2pac's ribs
if i could i would reverse the car
put it all in a pot and boil it on a d. dot beat
other times i put life after death" on and peep