judge me [Chorus w/ variations] [4Tay] Only God main [2Pac] That right? [4Tay] That's real [2Pac] Hahahahahaha [4Tay] Fuck everybody else, yaknowhatI'msayin? [2Pac
like corks And it's almost our time to shine that's when we started Recording Silent Weapons For Quiet Wars With the illest rhymes we didn't care about radio Biggie or 2Pac
young veterans... knowwhatI'msayin'? So it's like, we came, we come in the game around the Biggies And the fuckin' Jay-Z's and the 2Pac's and shit...
can judge me [Chorus w/ variations] [4Tay] Only God main [2Pac] That right? [4Tay] That's real [2Pac] Hahahahahaha [4Tay] Fuck everybody else, yaknowhatI'msayin? [2Pac
real 2Pac shit My style's smokin like, after a glock spit Game get the blood money, fuck bitches and pop Cris' Style like it's New Year's, cause this
different ways and You can guess what happened That's right ya'll, you know how it get down If anybody got it locked, it's God, that's right Word... [
and 2s (2s!) Even watch my numbers move. Why you think we in running shoes? (shoes!) I ain't like them other dudes! (whooo!) I'm from Queens where fathers
got some money to make, motherfucker [Interlude: Buju Banton] Now it's war, me tryin to sell, runnin from the punk po-lice They try to cock me, but them
Once I fits all, ya all about to fall The outcome is rusum, love to battle MC's in a twosome Before I roof 'em, I'll introduce them to a no nonsense
message, the cab shakes when he exits I pull off (Hypnotized) then hear SHOTS And then my engine DIE soon as they kill Hop [Interlude: Royce] What's on your mind? Who's
hollerin' 2 C's Wack and Pooh rider, them my niggaz from 2 P's. I smashed in the 90s and I run into 2 G's You ain't a gangbanger, so you run in with'
on rappers, like they C.O.'s on Riker's Death arrive, the last face you'll ever see is Shy's And my hand's wrapped around more necks than Armani ties
[Interlude: Show Stoppa] Shyheim, is crazy right? Nahwhatimean, we for real out here, Gutta! [Chorus x2: Show Stoppa] If it's beef, then it's to eat
of brutal attack He said "Daddy now we killin 'em back," right right [Chorus] - repeat 2X + (Mary J. Blige ad lib crooning) [Interlude: Mary J. Blige
make, motherfucker [Interlude: Buju Banton] Now it's war, me tryin to sell, runnin from the punk po-lice They try to cock me, but them can't gun store