[2Pac]
Now I've got to ask, on a [bad word] s [bad word]  tell me will they blast me?
I think of an alias in case these crooked [bad word] ask me
Now, it's gettin crazy after dark, these NARC's
be like tryin to shut me down but I'm too smart
Now picture me scared of the penitentiary
I've been movin these things since the days of elementary
Now tell me what you need when you see me
I'm stackin G's, buyin all the things on TV, believe me
I got some killers on my payroll, and they know
When it's time to handle business, [bad word] lay low
Although I'm young, I'm [bad word] up
I'm gettin paid, pullin razors on niggaz when [bad word] up
The first to pull a strap when there's drama - busta you ain't heard?
I've been slicin [bad word] since I lost my mama
There ain't a cop that can stop me
My posse is [bad word] D, and they don't quit until they drop me
I'm loyal to the game
 [bad word] 
{"Prince of peace must hear our plea"}
{"Told life you'd be back"} {"There you were"}
{"Prince of peace must hear our plea"}
{"Everybody look around"} {"There is no hope"}
{"Prince of peace must hear our plea"}
{"Brothers we better get hip"}

[Big Syke]
My mama say I'm crazy cause I'm all about the hood
I can't get my [bad word] together but I'm on leather and wood
And the hood is all I know, patrol and circle the block
Off the curb and niggaz swerve, serve a smoker a rock
And I'm hot like fish grease and [bad word] so is my Caddy
And I'm steady catchin static, move the traffic to the alley
Out in Cali niggaz rally others all for the soil
Mix the work with bakin soda and get the water to boil
OH NO can't no busters hang, I hope you feel me mayne
Cause snitches [bad word] and they ain't been loyal to the game
My niggaz feel my pain, when sunshine turn to rain
You know these buster [bad word] came to [bad word] the game
And it's a shame I see the mark in they eyes
When they yellin that he tellin get to me, no surprise, [bad word]  [bad word] 
 [bad word] off this trip"}

[DJ Quik]
Loyalty, undeservedly, never heard of me
I, be the exception, the epitome of adaption
The superficial surroundings, bullets fiends [bad word] and
enemies in my family extortin schemin and scammin me (pop pop)
I'm like loose rollin, I'm growin until the diesel hit me
I'm badder than [bad word]  and madder havin to choose
'tween happiness and the blues, and who be fillin my shoes
when I done had it with crews, ecstatic to see me lose
But panic when I be smooth, I'm manic but I'm no fool
Y'all rappin I'm talkin cool, and Columbine is not new [bad word] they shoot up schools too, ridin by to see who's who [bad word] the shotty they [bad word] through, rock the body blood ooze through
Tell his family that dude's blue, [bad word] back
from him scrappin when niggaz was packin and he wasn't packin too
So if you feel me you know when they try to kill me they slow
I seen from 'round the corner with mirrors and creeped up on 'em
 [bad word] - 5/6ths]

{"Thugs throw like wine down a [bad word] s throat
if this [bad word] don't STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP!"}