2PAC
Just pay attention 
Here's a story bout my lil' homies, straight thuggin 
Lil' bad young [bad word]  gotta love him 
You catch him in his ride, touchin his glock 
Screamin Outlaw (Wessyde [bad word]  on my enemy's block 
Educated on these cold streets 
Gettin money makin dummies out the police, ain't no peace 
for an adolescent [bad word] to rap, so be a thinker 
Bud smokin twenty-four seven, everyday drinker 
Got my diploma but I never learned [bad word] in school 
Mo' money, mo' [bad word]  mo' murder fool 
Always the young niggaz gettin in [bad word] 
She wouldn't stop to conversate so you called her a [bad word]  [bad word]  
Bustin on paper thin [bad word] 
Drinkin gin 'fore youu get to sinnin on them busters 
Emptied his clip, passed by like he didn't know me 
Everybody duckin

BIG
The country bud got me chocking
I'm on a mission to the point [bad word] think I'm smoking
Yea that sick [bad word] Biggie wit the H-shot fifth
Wit the extra clip for that extra [bad word] 
Don't you know that Killing is thrilling
All the blood spilling, is all up on the [bad word] dealing
broad gangsta my daddy was a thug
Had a .38 wit the hallow point slug
So when he lit shots
Niggaz dropped quicker than bootlegger sells his liquor
little [bad word] tried to squeeze .22's in my Reebok shoes
Paying dudes, while kids was on their one's and two's
Now I'm much older, colder, [bad word] a holster
Got the Mac .11's swinging from my shoulder
It's a [bad word] shame I got to put my mom through the strain
I'm living in a house of pain

BIG L
Yo it's Corleone and Queen's Most, we bust til your whole team ghost
Everywhere we go, we must bring toast forever
Popping the chrome, always dropping a poem
I can write it or recite it off the top of the dome
However you want it is how I'm gonna give it to you, Big L style
They brought it back to the streets cause that [bad word] sell now
So pal back up a bit, give me elbow space
I represent Harlem World, not Melrose Place
So I'm a lace the jewels up with nice baguettes
Flamboyent is the label that writes the checks
Y'all niggas better stop fronting cause I might get vexed
And I'm [bad word] up on y'all and slice y'all necks
With the machette, pockets heavy, slang more cane than Eddie
I represent uno tres nueve
Time is money so I stay late, I'm quick to sign a playmate
Bust off like a tre-eight then vacate