[Intro: 2Pac]
You n***as still fucking talking?
You n***as still fucking BREATHING?
Fucking roaches
Alright
It's the raid, for the roaches

[Hook x2: Tha Realest]
We!
Blast first when we ride
Please!
Reconsider 'fore you die
We ain't even come to fight tonight
But it's my life or yo' life
And we gon' blast first

[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Follow me, tell me if you feel me
I think n***as is tryin' to kill me
Picturin' pistols, spittin' hollow points 'til they drill me
Keepin' it real, and even if I do conceal
My criminal thoughts, preoccupied with keepin' steel
See, n***as is false, sittin' in court, turned snitches
That used to be real, but now they petrified bitches
I'm tryin' to be strong, they sendin' armies out to bomb me
Listen to Chop, the only DJ that can calm me
Constantly armed, my firepower keep me warm
I'm trapped in the storm and fuck the world 'til I'm gone
Bitches be warned: word is bond, you'll get torn
I'm bustin' on Obama, he rubbin' my n***as wrong
And then it's on, before I leave, picture me
I'm spittin' at punk bitches and hustlin' to be free
Watch me set it, n***as don't want it, you can get it
Bet it make these jealous n***as mad I said it
This thug life n***a!