Verse 1:
 [Napoleon]
I ain't got nuttin' on my mind, but gettin' in some trouble
 Licking shots to they block, leavin' bloody blood puddles
For some ridah's delight, now we in a gunfight
I can shoot the gauge pebbles at the devils or die tonight
 It's on me, but if I die, bury me a [bad word] 
open casket on them [bad word] so they all remember me
With my vest on my chest, my tools and my piece
 Thug Life [bad word]  got [bad word] #39; from the police
[Kastro]
 [bad word]  you know that's [bad word] 
 Catch a [bad word] like K-Dog, chillin' with a crew
 Every [bad word] day parlay with my glass of Re
 The O.J. and it's all okay
 To that [bad word] #39; fake cop, got to play the man
 Ran me down the block with my glass in my hand
 [bad word]  I hope it don't spill
 [bad word] chill, [bad word] is real, [bad word] back my steel
[E.D.I.]
 [bad word] #39; from the police, I gets no sleep
 I got you peepin' in my window, while I'm smokin' indo
 But I ain't no [bad word] track star, pigs got a jeep
 Like Big [bad word] #39; through [bad word] #39;s backyards
 So I grabs my piece before I flee
 And instead of [bad word] #39;, these [bad word] [bad word] #39; from me
 Lick shots, hit spots off on my piece
 Cause a [bad word] like Big Malcolm is [bad word] #39; from the police
 [Hook: Buju Banton]
 Now it's war, me trying to [bad word] #39; from the punk po-lice
 They try to [bad word] me, but them can't gun store
 What about [bad word] to hold up me north
 Pulled up the park, I left school and let's buck
 Look around, look around, punk po-lice
 [bad word] as fast as you can, but you can't catch me
 Look around, look around, punk police
 Me have to blast back, cause they blast at me
 [Stretch]
 Yo I was, schemin' and fiendin' for loots and took the crooked route to
 Ghetto fame I felt the pains and now [bad word] the game
 The insane brain, cold gettin' fly like a plane
 On them suckers with my [bad word] Biggie Smalls [bad word] 
[The Notorious B.I.G.]
 Check it, I grew up, a [bad word] #39; [bad word] up
Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and [bad word] #39; blew up
Choppin' rocks overnight
The [bad word] Biggie Smalls tryin' to turn into the black Frank White
 [Stretch]
And we got the workers choppin' rock, Benz by the flock
 And we gettin' it, the dirty cop is jealous so they sweatin' it
 I'm lettin' off smoke, hope they don't play me for no joke
 And provoke the homicide, so just let the drama slide
 We keepin' it real, [bad word] how you feel, Biggie pass the steel
 Let's serve these [bad word]  slugs as a [bad word] #39; meal
 [The Notorious B.I.G.]
 We had to grow dreads to change our description
 Two cops is on the milk box missin'
 Show they toes you know they got stepped on
 fist full of bullets a chest full of Teflon
 [bad word] from the police picture that, [bad word]  I'm too fat
I [bad word] around and catch a asthma attack
That's why I bust back, it don't phase me
 When he drop, take his Glock, and I'm Swayze
 Celebrate my escape, sold the Glock, bought some weight
 Laid back, I got some money to make, [bad word] 
[Hook]
[Verse 3: 2Pac]
 They got [bad word] #39; from the five-o
Duckin' and dodgin' in my survival
 The Benzo and I let off with my nine, ho
 I'm movin' swifter than the next [bad word]  no time for 
 Cause in my mind all I wonder is who's next
 [bad word]  my homie slipped and now he pays the price
 He did a drive-by, sixteen, now he's doin' triple life
 Tell me is it me or my upbringin'
I spit that thug [bad word] 
 [bad word]  [bad word] singin'
I hope you got your Timberlands on tight
 Cause I ain't givin' up
 I'd rather duck these [bad word] all night
 [bad word] #39; through the projects, [bad word] 
 They'll never catch me
Cause I'm loc'ed and trigger happy on