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Listen close, as life turns its
here, kickin' rhymes for the ages
Seen things in stages, wise spoken by sages
From to BlackBerry pagers
Your crew don't phase us, make you bustas pay us
Run up in spot like CJ from San Andreas

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

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

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

How am I this?
Look the club, see everyone in the place
Showing 'Pac love got a smile on my
The girl in the has bad taste
her shirt don't match
And there's a puddin' stain on the
What the is that?
It be doo-doo

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

Shakur
I wrote rhyme in 1994
I'm not alive!
life!
Dave Chappelle, that ain't wife
A married man, got two kids
Go home!

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

DJ: 2Pac in peace!
Ok, I will!