[Intro: Tupac As Bishop. Juice 1992]

I Don't Give A Fuck About You, I Don't Give A Fuck About Myself. Look Man I Ain't Shit I Ain't Never Gonna Be Shit And You Less Of A Man Then Me So As Soon As I Decide That You Ain't Gonna Be Shit. POW ... Patna

[Verse 1: Franco]

One, Two, Three, Four Five, Six, Seven
You Now Listening To The Hip Hop Felon
Five Thirty Seven, That Smith And Wesson Gon' Check Him
Back Up Cause These Hollow Tips Is Like An Injection
That N***a Breathless, He Couldn't Get The Message
Homie Got Killed Cause He Wanna Act Reckless
Labeled A Menace Then I Came To My Senses
Sittin' Up Top With A 1-3 Sentence
Im From The 90's Where We Used To Rock Tommy, Catch Me Up In Cloud 9 Surrounded By The Mami's
Pack A Tool For Any Fool Who Try To Come And Rob Me
No Feeling Sorry When I Step Up In A Party
Fuck Dancing, I Came Here To Hurt Somebody
Goons Up In A Lobby, Thirsty For A Homi

Franco Lean On Scene, Five Thirty Seven

I Sit Back And Relax A New Jack From New Jack
I Spit Crack, Could Of Flipped That, Make A Quick Stack
Forget That
Without Rap You Lost In Mind, Can't Even Read Between The Lines
Behind The Blinds Theres A Lot To Find The Industry Is A Fucking Lie
With The Rap You Better Listen, Stop Watching That Television
I Don't Rap To Be Cool God Sent Me On A Mission
Feel The Ambition To Get My Homies Outta Prison
Start To Reminiscing Bout My Bro Tokyo
Heart Full Of Gold Wish The Homie Didn't Go
Beware For Them N***as You With They Put A Few In A Clip Blast Ya Ass Grab The Cash And Even Murder Your Bitch