WESTSIDE!

YOU MF'S KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS, I DONT EVEN KNOW WHY I'M ON THIS TRACK YALL NIGGAS AIN'T EVEN ON MY LEVEL

DON'T BE UPSET, IT'S GOOD SEX, WHEN YOU NEXT TO ME, DO YOU WANNA TEST ME, PUT YOUR TIRED HEAD ON MY CHEST, A THUG NIGGA'S IN THE HOUSE, NOW YOU CAN REST


POUR OUT SOME LIQUOR AND I REMINISCE, CAUSE THROUGH THE DRAMA, I CAN ALWAYS DEPEND ON MY MAMA

GRAB YA GLOCKS WHEN YOU SEE TUPAC

I WON'T DENY IT, IM A STRAIGHT RIDAH, YOU DON'T WANNA FUCK WITH ME, GOT THE POLICE BUSTIN AT ME, BUT THEY CAN'T DO NOTHING TO A G

CAN'T TRUST A BITCH IN THE BUSINESS, SO I GOT WITH DEATH ROW

CALL THE COPS WHEN YOU SEE TUPAC

WE GOTTA START MAKING CHANGES, LEARN TO SEE ME AS A BROTHER, INSTEAD OF TWO DISTANT STRANGERS.

I SEE NO CHANGES, ALL I SEE IS RACIST FACES, MISPLACED HATE MAKES DISGRACE TO RACES

MAKAVELI

THUG NIGGA TILL WE DIE, NO MERCY ON THESE PLAYA HATIN BITCHES, ASK ME WHY, WHEN WE RIDE

FORGIVE BUT DON'T FORGET GIRL KEEP YA HEAD UP


AND EVEN AS A CRACK FIEND MAMA, YOU ALWAYS WAS A BLACK QUEEN MAMA. 

MAKAVELI IN THIS KILLUMINATI, ALL THROUGH YOUR BODY

THE BLOW'S LIKE A TWELVE GAUGE SHOTTY

FOLLOW ME, EAT MY FLESH, FLESH AND MY FLESH

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TUPAC AMARU SHAKUR, 6.16.1971

I LOVE YOU!