En route to a bout to watch Tyson do his thizzle

Vegas vacation, it was just to clear my mental

Four negroes deep, white Cadillac rental

Out the city where they stretchin' youngin's out like a limo

(Where? Compton) City where I'm from

Never leave home without it, fuck Amex, I'm talkin' guns

Pedal dope for the funds, keep my loc'in' on the one

Sucka try and play me, either smoke him or get dumb

But he done, best go the other way

Caught a opp in the mall the other day

Just lackin', clunky head from all this smackin'

And this chain, just a casualty of all the action

Now my trophy, ass whoopin's how you win it, and (Ayy)

To keep it real, my nigga, I look better in it, and (Ayy)

Ain't no price you could pay to get it back (Get it back)

Never catch me goin' out like that

MGM, bellin' dolo like a G should

Other homies went to dine, you know we eat good

On the prowl, now I'm fresh up out the fire

Spot some ass, I like to get up out them tires

See this trece on my jersey, south is what I rep

All these people walkin' 'round me, bet nobody step

Two Cs, whether solo or I'm with the clique

Because my whole city knowin' that I'm with the shit

Same go for Vegas, all these haters give me looks

Turn around, see a rapper on approach but I ain't shook (No)

Mobbin' with that nigga from the mall that we bucked

Number one can get the jab, number two can get the hook

But Suge right behind along with four more opps

Niggas jumped me like rope, kicked me like rocks

Casino guards made 'em stop and I pray the law don't end the act

'Cause I ain't goin' out like that

Now I meet up with the homies, let them niggas know the deal

Enemy gon' jump me, so la sangra gotta spill

Because he rap, fuck, that nigga think he ill?

I'ma show him that this Crippin' shit for real

Forty Glock Veil, choice of weapon for revenge

Justice want him killed, my ego want suspense

These niggas poppin' pills or they shootin' heroin

Thinkin' I'ma let this slide, so these corners, bro, we bend

Lookin' for the mothafucka's club: 662

Posted in the parkin' lot, upon arrival we gon' shoot

S'posed to be a Panther, yet he pushin' that Piru

Well, he done pissed off the wrong mothafucka wearin' blue

Blew a couple blunts, chillin' in the ride

Ain't seen nobody yet, God must want that boy alive

'Cause a twenty minute mission now done turned to twenty-five

Like birds in the winter, to the south we 'bout to fly

Slide out the lot, put away the Glock

Havin' second thoughts, and so I take another shot

Steam comin' from my top, they did me so grimy

Word'll get back to the city, everybody gon' try me, nah

Why'd they have to play a loc?

Then Keefe screamed, "there they go," uh

Thank you, God, thank you, God

And now, it's time to settle score

T. hit a U, don't know which car they in

Fuck, shoot up their whole caravan

Hold up, I heard them hoes scream his name

Got that nigga, now put that on the gang

This is them in the bimmer, I think them hoes seen us

I don't give a fuck, there's too much smoke between us

Since freak ain't shootin' cuh, I reach right across him

This gang-bangin' shit is so costly

{Gunshots}

[Outro: News Report]

(Good evening, a controversial rap artist who led a troubled existence has lost his fight for life. Gangster rap singer 2Pac Shakur died tonight in a Las Vegas hospital...)