represent the real to take the mic flow Deadly, rock a head G, check the melody Niggaz can't touch me when I wreckin G you better flee Cause I'm gifted
right and exact I'm fightin it back, now snap, where they at? When it's time to go to combat, guess who's back Chorus: repeat 4X "Yes I'm back" -
up Let's start From block ta block We're snatchin' hearts And jackin' marks And tha punk police can't fade me And maybe We can have peace someday 'G
The Underground just don't stop for hoes, I get around Still down with the Underground, I get around Yeah, ayo Shock, let them hoes know [Shock G] Now
Little somethin for my godson Elijah and a little girl named Corinne Verse One: Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice I say the darker
in the mutha fuckin' house Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house [Ice T] O to the mutha fuckin G
PAC'S THEME ~Statements variously said throughout song.~ I was raised in this society so there's no way you can expect me to be a perfect person cuz
So what the fuck you talkin about?! Aw, shit. Goody, goody, gumdrops. Nigaa, get your hoodie and your gun cocked. Rock it till the drum stops. Hip hop
earn they stripes in the dark Just cause I come there, don't mean I from there, peep: only jealous motherfuckers beef, and point the finga Chorus: repeat 4
with that "wanna be your father" shit Don't even bother with your dollars I don't need it I'll bury moms like you left me all alone G Now that that I
And my murderous parteners wit their Mac 10's. I represent the real cuz I'm ill, G. Glock cocked and then they kill me. I'm representin'. Peace to Redman, Tretch, Vin Rock, K-G
bad guy You know what my momma usta tell me If ya can't find something ta live 4 Then you BEST, find something ta die 4 (eazy saying 'if there's hell
the biggest gang of niggaz in the city? [Pac] Huh, I pack a nine millimeter cause I got em livin hotter than the 4th of July, if I gotta die, I gotta
a fuckin army you tried to harm me [Bring me along G] Cause most muthafuckas try to act up without they're backup, when they get jacked up they crack up It's strictly 4
to get mine I go big up, big up, gotta make the room, boom Blowin motherfuckers to the moon Niggaz need to feel me a real G, home from the bumblin See
Growing up as an inner city brotha where every other had a pops and a motha I was tha product of a heated lover Nobody knew how deep it screwed me and
Da bear is flying, No prob when you got lime, headphones, ice and and palm trees No books, no rules, no upcoming proofs, or puzzles to figure out Tonight
[Hook x2] Hold the ball cause you just might fumble Goin about ninety baby comin out the Bay Bridge tunnel God gimme G's on the double, prime time trouble
