[Intro: 2Pac]
What what what what what what?
Flavor Unit in the mothafuckin' house
2Pac ready to set this out
For the n***as that thought I fell off
This especially goes out to my mothafuckin' homie AG

[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Everybody's wondering if I fell just to get a couple of sales
Well, I still be (Hot as hell)
Now I'm back to rip this track like I'm dyslexic
N***as staying vexed and hextin' how I sextin'
Now who's next? Prepare to hit a texts figurin' n***a to beat
Harder than all the heads up in the projects
While you're standin' there wonderin' how I'm rippin' and rockin' the shit
Pimpin', poppin' shit, 2Pac’ll hit you with some hippity hoppity shit
N***as get a grip or slip and slit yo' shit
I hit you quick for some old shit you ain't equipped to kick
2Pac gon' lift, he's ready take control of it
N***as don't trip when I'll be gettin' to the solve of it
So think quick or get whiffed or you're sleepin'
These n***as don't want no peace, I'm fuckin' beat 'em
N***as don't want no parts of this

[Shock G & 2Pac]
(Yeah! There is no part of this)
2Pac go ahead rock, bitches
2Pac go ahead rock, bitches
2Pac go ahead rock, bitches
(Yeah! There is no part of this)
Oaktown got it goin' on
(2Pac go ahead rock)
[Verse 2: 2Pac]
Who shit you up? I'm 'bout to get you to get the go now
So quick, you never took no shit for me, I kid a no man, n***a
Cold as the snowman, flowin'
So n***as know that blow for blowin'
I'll never slow, exam my flowin', I'll do shows from hoein'
So here we go and, I did the show, now give me dough and
Act like you knowin', I run this shit like Jesse Owens
Overthrowin', still throw elbow
Play a heroic, I slow ya like you're fuckin' growin'
Never underestimate a n***a that's ready to rip this microphone
To the last that [?] uuh
So time to leave me the fuck alone
I'm full-grown, so buck in the fuckin' zone
I'll never look for trouble, but you startin' shit
N***a get mad as fuck, the suckas get no parts of it
N***as don't get no parts of this

[Shock G & 2Pac]
(Yeah! There is no part of this)
2Pac go ahead rock, bitches
2Pac go ahead rock, bitches
2Pac go ahead rock, bitches
(Yeah! There is no part of this)
(Check this out)
(2Pac go ahead rock)
[Verse 3: 2Pac]
If I had a bigger dick or a dime for every time
Motherfuckas took a bit of the line from in my rhyme
I'll be richer than a bitch with a trick with big pockets
Equipped with the dick that's so thick, it fits sockets
Please don't misinterpret what I say to be dirty
Mothafuckas wanna jerk me, so they ugly how they work me, huh
A fuckin' freestyle frenzy for the funky, pop a token
Let me pomp it, kickin' the shit just like a donkey
So stay off of me, you killin' me softly
Mister Softie sweatin' that you lost me or toss me
I wish these n***as were smellin' coffee
Or better yet they smell the [?], no thank ya
I rather smoke the dank if my art start sinkin' like an oil tanker
I'm rippin' it quick and n***as know you're not that start this shit
I tear it apart when I rock shit
N***as don't get no piece of this