we gon' make it

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

do it to 'em daddy

do it to 'em

as my

daytons spin lowrider sittin low

hittin corners so hard you can taste my rims

hard top six-four

i'm diddy no tint

i can't hide in new york city

i'm 'bout it in the south

sleep good in the west

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

like a don's supposed to

sean

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

do

seem

like

my

fu-ture's

here

nowwwww

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

oooooooooooooooooooh

the world famous

as we proceed

to give you what you need

it's been so long

it's been so real

so magnificent

thank you

tell me who shot big

and take the bullets out of 2pac's ribs

if i could i would reverse the car

reverse the beef

put it all in a pot and boil it on a d. dot beat

sometimes i get drunk

for stress relief

other times i put life after death" on and peep