Yukmouth
2Pac - Cypher 1
[Verse 1: DJ Chop Up as 2Pac]
Check the record
2Pac about to wreck shit
Check shit
Buck buck if a n***a said shit
Don't say shit, I'm a motherfucking killer
Ain't no motherfucker realer
And you don't want to go to war with a n***as quick to blaze a punk
I give a fuck about you n***as fool, say what's up n***a?
You don't wanna do that. (Why?) (Tell 'em!)
Guess who's back?
Makaveli bitch
Got a bitch on FaceBook
Check my iPhone
She wanna straight hook
Bust a nut, and I'm out
Heading for my n***a Chop
Get my drink popping
There's no other DJ that can mix Pac
So, get ready to fuck shit up, rock shit up
Get ready to chop shit up
And if you've never heard of me
Motherfucker, you can't murder me

[Verse 2: Yukmouth]
Tre deuce in a H2 with the fifth wheel
On spin wheels that keep spinnin' like windmills
Nothing like my deal, it's worth 10 mil
Rose gold (?) masterpiece on the Benz wheel
I send chills
A poked spine, it's show time like Murphy
A pro bowl jersey, rolling with 30 birdies n***a
Yukmouth early, I'm in the building like Mr Flurry and Jack (?)
Trip a clap yap crack n***as
The crack dealer that was forced to rhyme
Live on the borderline, I get more time than haryoso
I'm living and wrecking your stereo, your boombox
Video Jukebox, west side like 2Pac
Oh god no, yuk and game
Puff blunts in the rain
Get nothing but brain
Get loose in the booth
Spit nothing but flame
Rap is nothing but lames
Getting fucked in the games