[Verse 1: 2Pac]
I reminisce on dangerous summers
We're just a thug n***a workin' for drug dealers of neighborhoods
Run up by the age of 13
We was gunnin' and it was fun to see the police runnin'
N***as disappear when we comin' little
Nappy head shorty addicted to drinkin' 40's
My n***as is naughty, and y'all n***as is fuckin' corny
But you left me in the summer of '89, a very good year
Crack cocaine sales rose in every hood here
'Til you got knocked
Then locked down, bag of rocks & fat knot
You shot down, what they tell me is you livin' well
Stuck in your cell
Don't get anothеr slip ticket, drinkin' liquor in jail
Just as well, hell n***a, I bail, whеnever needed
There's weed inside of the cereal box so don't eat it
Where you been n***a? My homies wanna know
Where you been n***a? (Alone) Where the fuck you been?

[Verse 2: XXX]
You ever seen a n***a hung with a gold chain?
I'd rather sing about the same things that we claim
Such is bashful, but n***as like a task force
Mobbin' on the streets and robbin' stores in ski masks, bruh
N***as ask for peace in a riot, then bring violence
'Cause it's a game of cat and mouse and you gon' bleed silent
What's the justice in sayin', "Fuck it," and grab the pump?
Then kill a woman with many children? Makes you a chump
Look in all the stores you wreckin', n***a, I reckon
Think about the people who own it for 'bout a second
I know you got your problems, but brother, they got theirs
This is not a game, quit violence and grow a pair
But sure, you'd rather hear me say, "Fuck the black prejudice
Let's murder different races, grow hatred, and form irrelevant
Views,” and etcetera, knives thrown
Damage 'em, lives blown, oblivion, all cold, oblivious
I won't dare say that you should stop the fuckin' ignorance
Murder opps, killin' shit, I'd enjoy the thrill of it
Bathe in blood of officers, different corpses, offin' 'em
Auction 'em, don't you bark at 'em, murder 'em, never heard of 'em
[Verse 3: B.I.G]
But they don't know about your stress-filled day
Baby on the way, mad bills to pay
That's why you drink Tanqueray, so you can reminisce
And wish you wasn't livin' so devilish, shit
I remember I was just like you
Smokin' blunts with my crew, flippin' over 62's
'Cause G-E-D wasn't B-I-G
I got P-A-I-D, that's why my moms hate me
She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
Then I figured out nicks went for 20s down South
Packed up my tools for my raw power move
Glock 19 for casket and flower moves
For chumps tryin' to stop my flow
And what they don't know will show on the autopsy
Went to see Papi to cop me a brick
Asked for some consignment, he wasn't tryin' to hear it
Smokin' mad Newports 'cause I'm due in court
For an assault that I caught in Bridgeport, New York
Catch me if you can like the Gingerbread Man
You better have your gat in hand, 'cause man

[Verse 4: Big L]
Yo, it's Corleone and Queen's Most
We bust 'til your whole team ghost
Everywhere we go, we must bring toast
Forever poppin' the chrome, always droppin' a poem
I can write it or recite it off the top of the dome
However you want it is how I'm gonna give it to you, Big L style
They brought it back to the streets 'cause that shit sell now
So pal, back up a bit, give me elbow space
I represent Harlem World, not Melrose Place
So I'ma lace the jewels up with nice baguettes
Flamboyant is the label that writes the checks
Y'all n***as better stop frontin' 'cause I might get vexed
And I'm a run up on y'all and slice ya necks
With the machete, pockets heavy, slang more cane than Eddie
I represent uno-trece-nueve
Time is money so I stay late, I'm quick to slidw a playmate
Bust off like the tre-eight then vacate, uh
[Verse 5: Eazy E]
Seven-thousand, four hundred, twenty three grains
Of sand drop from the hourglass
It's how much time I got left on this planet
Some motherfucker's gotta die!
I'm an evil motherfucker ready to tear shit up
I'm gonna put these things on you, and never let up
See, my momma, she was wrong when I was born
That a n***a like E should'a never been born
Too late, big mistake in '72
It's '92, now they yell code blue
15 hours,11 minutes,30 seconds, I'm a motherfuckin' wreck
Gonna pay back n***as who did me wrong in the past
My days ain't long, I'm comin' strong and fast
Lock up 8 n***as, kill up 10 pigs
Innocent and fuckers are also dyin, too
Now what else can I do?
Fuck, fuck, fuck and plant my seeds

[Verse 6: Eminem]
His soul's escaping through this hole that is gaping
This world is mine for the taking, make me king
As we move toward a New World Order
A normal life is boring; but superstardom's
Close to post-mortem, it only grows harder
Homie grows hotter, he blows, it's all over
These hoes is all on him, coast-to-coast shows
He's known as the Globetrotter, lonely roads
God only knows, he's grown farther from home, he's no father
He goes home and barely knows his own daughter
But hold your nose, 'cause here goes the cold water
These hoes don't want him no mo', he's cold product
They moved on to the next schmoe who flows
He nose-dove and sold nada, and so the soap opera
Is told, it unfolds, I suppose it's old, partner
But the beat goes on: da-da-dom, da-dom, dah-dah, dah-dah
[Verse 7: 2Pac]
Murder murder my mind state, shit ain't changed
Since my last rhyme the crime rate ain't decline
N***as bustin' shots like they lost they mind
Like twenty-five to life never crossed they mind
Tell me young n***a never learned a thang
Dead at thirteen 'cause he yearned to bang
Sniffed a lot of flowers, but how could I cry
Tried to warn the little n***a either stop or die
Mercy is for the weak when I speak I scream
Afraid to sleep, I'm havin crazy dreams
Vivid pictures of my enemies, family times
God to forgive me 'cause it's wrong but I plan to die
Either take me in heaven and understand I was a sheep
Did the best I could, raised in insanity
Or send me to hell 'cause I ain't beggin' for my life
Ain't nuthin' worse than this cursed-ass hopeless life
I'm troublesome