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Listen close, as life its pages
Makaveli here, kickin' rhymes for the
Seen things in stages, words spoken by sages
From SkyTel to BlackBerry
Your crew don't us, we'll make you bustas pay us
Run up in your like CJ from San Andreas

I this song a long time ago
A real time ago
me!
I wrote this a long time ago
It was the dopest song I wrote... in '94

What can a {nigga} do when half the people voted for W.
It's a bitch, {fuck} W. -- can't be true --
I wanna choke him, because he's a
I'm talking about George W.
From council, he ran in '93
Out in Oakland, you probably hear about him

I wrote song a long time ago
A real long ago
Way before Slim Shady was in
Way before we baloney on Afghanistan
I this song in '94

How am I this?
around the club, see everyone in the place
Showing 'Pac got a smile on my face
The girl in the miniskirt has bad
Because her don't match
And there's a puddin' stain on the
the {fuck} is that?
It might be

And you in the back, you ain't
You a gin and tonic but you didn't even tip
And if you hit the table one more time then the record skip
skip... I told you, stop hittin' the table

Tupac
I wrote this in 1994
I'm not alive!
life!
Dave Chappelle, that your wife
A married man, you've got two
Go home!

I this song a long time ago
A real long ago
Way before Sigel had to do a bid
Way Dave Chappelle had two kids
{dont him no cooci}

DJ: rest in peace!
Ok, I will!