[TuPac]

[Verse 1: Dope]

They playing tricks with our minds, and they hit on our grind

They the ones killing people but they hit us from behind

And they blame it all on us, look at us with disgust

And they fuss about nothing, and they fuck up our something

Play the game, like nothing's gonna' change

When you got money, you can go buy all the fame

But if you riding on the niggas, then I think that you're lame

I don't trust niggas who switch up on niggas for a dame

Trust nobody, hurt nobody, listen

Sick of parties, sick of niggas dissing

We come from the hood where nobody should

Go higher than the bar, so we set out for the stars

Killing all the beats that I could receive

This how I process my pain, talking to my Eve

Was becoming unbecoming, she was acting like a hummingbird

Going back and forth, back and forth, hummingbird

[Hook: Dope] 8b

I, just, want to say

These people don't care 'bout what we say

Whenever they get vexed, then they spray

Bullets in my hood, we end up hurt anyway

I, just, want you to see

The truth behind these lies they spit

Cos when it comes down to the people or their pockets

They pick their pockets, I really hope they kick the bucket

[Verse 2: Jhaygramm]

Tricks tricks tricks tricks tricks

So many tricks I play on friends they got me feeling like Houdini

I'm sick sick sick sick sick

My mind is really lethal playing tricks since the beginning

I sit turn on my tv and see so many riggings fake

Manifestos that they be telling us

The government think that they can trick us like David Blaine

But who can complain

We all trying to help but we slowly sliding down the drain

I’m just contemplating 'cause the way that I feel I can’t explain it

I can’t explain it

The human mind is bound to trust

So when we’re tricked or played it feels like we going nuts

But we don’t admit at all

Then we breakdown and start getting all involved

Emotionally disturbed

I cannot just tell it all...am out

[Hook: Dope]

I, just, want to say

These people don't care 'bout what we say

Whenever they get vexed, then they spray

Bullets in my hood, we end up hurt anyway

I, just, want you to see

The truth behind these lies they spit

Cos when it comes down to the people or their pockets

They pick their pockets, I really hope they kick the bucket

[Outro]

All my life I've been plotting schemes

Thinking of how to win these tricks in politics

But this nigga is just about to cut the beat