[gunshots]
[2Pac talking]
(" [bad word] Jay-Z") 
What's up niggas, ay yo, I know you ain't talkin 'bout me dog 
You, what? 
(" [bad word] Jay-Z") 
You been on my [bad word] [bad word]  you love my style, [bad word] 
(" [bad word] Jay-Z") 

 [bad word] ] 
(I) [bad word] with your soul like ether 
(Will) Teach you the king you know you 
(Not) "God's son" across the belly 
(Lose) I prove you lost already 

Brace yourself for the main event 
Y'all impatiently waitin 
It's like an AIDS test, what's the results? 
Not positive, who's the best? Pac, Nas and Big 
Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out, greedy 
I embrace y'all with napalm 
Blows up, no guts, left chest, face gone 
How could Nas be garbage? 
Semi-autos at your cartilege 
Burner at the side of your [bad word] outta my throne 
I got this, locked since '9-1 
I am the [bad word]  name a rapper that I ain't influenced 
Gave y'all chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas 
With Hawaiin Sophie fame, kept my name in his music 
Check it 

 [bad word]  

[talking] 
Ay yo, pass me the weed, pour my ashes out on these niggas man (no doubt) 
Ay, y'all [bad word]  y'all kneel and kiss the [bad word] ring 

 [bad word]  

I've been [bad word] over, left for dead, dissed and fogotten 
Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten 
Y'all just [bad word] on me, [bad word] on me, spit on my grave (uh) 
Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my face 
Y'all some "well wishers," friendly actin, envy hidin snakes 
With your hands out for my money, man, how much can I take? 
When these streets keep callin, heard it when I was sleep 
That this [bad word] Z and [bad word] Records wanted beef 
Started [bad word] up my weapon, slowly loadin up this ammo 
To explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can handle 
This for dolo and it's manuscript, just sound stupid 
When KRS already made an album called Blueprint 
First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the nerve to say that you better than Big 
 [bad word] suckin lips, whyn't you let the late, great veteran live 

[talking] 
(I...will...not...lose) 
"God's son" across the belly, I prove you lost already 
The king is back, where my crown at? 
(Ill...will) Ill Will rest in peace, let's do it niggas 

 [bad word]  

Y'all niggas deal with emotions like [bad word] 
What's sad is I love you 'cause you're my brother 
You traded your soul for riches 
My child, I've watched you grow up to be famous 
And now I smile like a proud dad, watchin his only son that made it 
You seem to be only concerned with dissin women 
Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly? 
Well life is hard, hug me, don't reject me 
Or make records to disrespect me, blatent or indirectly 
In '88 you was gettin chased through your buildin 
Callin my crib and I ain't even give you my numbers 
All I did was gave you a style for you [bad word] with 
Smilin in my face, glad to break bread with the god 
Wearin Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars 
No jail bars Jigga, no pies, no case 
Just Hawaiian shirts, hangin with little Chase 
You a fan, a phony, a fake, a [bad word]  a Stan 
I still whip your [bad word]  you thirty-six in a karate class 
You Tae-bo hoe, tryna' work it out, you tryna' get brolic? 
Ask me if I'm tryna' kick knowledge 
Nah, I'm tryna' kick the [bad word] you need to learn though 
That ether, that [bad word] that make your soul burn slow 
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy? 
Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's Puffy 
Rockafeller died of AIDS, that was the end of his chapter 
And that's the guy y'all chose to name [bad word] after? 
Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all rock fellas 
And now y'all try to take my spot, fellas? 
Philly's hot rock f