(Niggas out there jelous cuz we be bailin' with Death Row
They try to playa hate
but they can't fade us tho'
We be mobbin' through tha neigborhood
Yeah
with that funky sound *so funky*
we be throwin' down)

This goes out to you playa
you know...you know who you are

 [bad word]  repeat 3X)

Gotta be carefull, can't let tha evil of tha money trap me
So when ya see me [bad word] 
Ya better Holla at me

(Verse One: 2Pac)

Are you confused ?
You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes
of a [bad word] who don't have a thing to loose
When me and you was homies
no one informed me it was all a scheme
You infiltrated my team and sold a niggas dreams
how could you do me like that ?
I took ya family in
I put some cash in ya pocket
made you a man again
and now you let tha fear put your [bad word] in a place [bad word] to escape
It's a fools fate
without your word
your a shell of a man
I lost respect for you [bad word] 
we can never be friends
I know [bad word] #39; through your head now
what could you do ?
If it was up to you
i'd be dead now
I let tha world know [bad word] you a coward
You could never be live
until you die
see tha [bad word] [bad word] in your eye
Type of [bad word]  that let tha evil of tha money trap me
when ya see me [bad word] 
ya better holla at me (holla at me)
can't let tha evil of tha money trap me
So when ya see me [bad word] 
Ya better Holla at me

 [bad word]  2Pac)

(You better beware where you lay
We better not find where you stay)

So I gotta be carefull, can't let tha evil of tha money trap me
so when ya see me [bad word] 
ya better holla at me

(You better beware where you lay
We better not find where you stay)

(Verse Two: 2Pac)

courious
spittin' lyrics
on tha verge of furious
i'm addicted to currency
 [bad word] that's why we're doin this
I got shot up, I surprised tha niggas tha way I got up
and then
I hit the studio
It's time to blow tha block up
No hesitation
this information got you contemplatin'
heartbreakin' and eliminatin' with this conversation
break him
and let him see tha face of a mental patient
it's a celebration
of my criminal elevation
with the participation
I want members across tha fifty states
to keep tha nation anticipatin' until we break
will I be great, is it my fate ?
to live tha life of luxury
some niggas bought my tapes
so much jelousy it scares me
so be prepared
cause only tha strong survive
life isn't fair (fair)
probably never knew tha way it feels to die
so you figure [bad word] with me
I give that [bad word] a try
 [bad word]  Holla at me

 [bad word] 

(You better beware where you lay
We better not find where you stay)

(Ohhhhhh....)

(Verse Three: 2Pac)

I shoulda saw tha signs
I was blinded
criminal minds of a young black brotha doin' time
so many brothas framed in this dirty game
it's a shame
so much pressure on my brain
while she blame me
Secrets in tha dark
only her and I know
now i'm sitten' in tha state pen
doin time for slow
guess she made a bad decision
that got me livin'
just like an animal
i'm caged up in state prison
my niggas dissin'
cause
 [bad word] have no fury like a woman scorn
cemetary full of [bad word] got not knowin'
picture my prophecy
tha cops are attacking me, on top of me
 [bad word] #39; from tha coppers
but never let'em stop me
cause i'm a soulja
 [bad word]  ever since I was a little [bad word] havin' fantasies
of one day getting older
Niggas is paranoid
 [bad word] 
a no no
love is a mystery
 [bad word] tha po po,
Holla at me.....
So when you see me [bad word] 
you better holla at me....

 [bad word] 

(You better beware where you lay
We better not find where you stay)