[Intro]
I put my heart into my music
I wanna be the realest artist ever, ever
I want everybody talkin' 'bout-
2Pac, he's the realest artist ever
He never sold out, he stayed the same
They couldn't stop him, he could and came-

[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Got some static for some n***as on the other side of town
Let my little cousin K roll, he's a rider now
What they want from us motherfuckin' thug n***as?
Used to love n***as, now I plug n***as, and slug n***as
Am I wrong? N***as makin' songs, tryin' to get with us
Must be gone on stress weed, in the West we trust
To the chest I bust, then we ride 'til the sun come
Shinin' back to brighten up the sky; how many die?
Heard the Fugees was tryin' to do me
Look, bitch: I'll cut your face, this ain't no motherfuckin' movie
Then, we watch the other two die slow
Castrated entertainin' at my motherfuckin' sideshow
Bam! Set my plan in mo'
Time to exterminate my foes; I can't stand you hoes
Uh, now label this my fuckin' trick shot
My lyrics runnin' all you cowards out of hip-hop
When we ride on our enemies
[Hook: 2Pac]
Why I cry, when I be thuggin' 'til I die
Picture a n***a in heaven, high off weed I fly
Got me missin' dead homies wishin' phonies would die
Hit the weed and hope it get me high; dear God
Tell me why I cry, when I be thuggin' 'til I die
Picture a n***a in heaven, high off weed I fly
Got me missin' dead homies wishin' phonies would die
Hit the weed and hope it get me high
Blessed with a thug's heart

[Verse 2: Eminem]
I'm a lit fuse, anything I do, bitch, it's news
Pistol whippin' motherfuckin' bouncer 6'2"
Who needs bullets, soon as I pull it you sweat bullets
An excellent method to get rid of the next bully
It's actually better 'cause instead you murderin'
You can hurt 'em and come back again and kick dirt at 'em
It's like pourin' salt in the wounds, assault and get sued
You can smell the lawsuits soon as I waltz in the room
Don't let me lose you, I'm not tryna confuse you
When I let loose with this Uzi
And just shoot through your Isuzu
You get the message? Am I gettin' through to you?
You know what's comin'?
You motherfuckers don't even know, do you?
It's like a fight to the top just to see who'd die for the spot
You put your life in this, nothin' like survivin' a shot
Y'all know what time it is, soon as Pac signs on this dot
Shit, what you know about death threats, ‘cause I get a lot
[Hook: 2Pac]
Why I cry, when I be thuggin' 'til I die
Picture a n***a in heaven, high off weed I fly
Got me missin' dead homies wishin' phonies would die
Hit the weed and hope it get me high; dear God
Tell me why I cry, when I be thuggin' 'til I die
Picture a n***a in heaven, high off weed I fly
Got me missin' dead homies wishin' phonies would die
Hit the weed and hope it get me high
Blessed with a thug's heart

[Interlude]
They halted him to the floor
Uh, 2-2Pac resisted
He was shot numerous times
At least twice in the head
Once in the left arm
Once the the thigh
Once in the groin area

[Verse 3: 2Pac]
Come take a journey through my mind's eye
You crossed the game, don't explain
N***a, time to die; say goodbye
Watch my eyes when I pull the trigger
So right before you die, you bow before a bigger n***a
Now dry your eyes, you was heartless on your hits
N***as love to scream "Peace!" after they start some shit
Pay attention, here's a word to those that robbed me
I murder you, then I run a train on Mobb Deep
N***a, you're barely livin', don't you got sickle cell?
See me have a seizure on stage, you ain't feelin' well
Hell, how many n***as wanna be involved?
See, I was only talkin' to Biggie, but I'll kill all of y'all, then ball
Then tell Da Brat to keep her mouth closed
Fuck around and get tossed up by the fuckin' Outlawz
Before I leave, make sure everybody heard
Know I meant every motherfuckin' word
When we ride on our enemies
[Hook: 2Pac]
Why I cry, when I be thuggin' 'til I die
Picture a n***a in heaven, high off weed I fly
Got me missin' dead homies wishin' phonies would die
Hit the weed and hope it get me high; dear God
Tell me why I cry, when I be thuggin' 'til I die
Picture a n***a in heaven, high off weed I fly
Got me missin' dead homies wishin' phonies would die
Hit the weed and hope it get me high
Blessed with a thug's heart
Why I cry, when I be thuggin' 'til I die
Picture a n***a in heaven, high off weed I fly
Got me missin' dead homies wishin' phonies would die
Hit the weed and hope it get me high; dear God
Tell me why I cry, when I be thuggin' 'til I die
Picture a n***a in heaven, high off weed I fly
Got me missin' dead homies wishin' phonies would die
Hit the weed and hope it get me high
Blessed with a thug's heart