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

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

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

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

How am I doin'
Look the club, see everyone in the place
Showing 'Pac got a smile on my face
The in the miniskirt has bad taste
Because her shirt match
And a puddin' stain on the back
What the is that?
It might be

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

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

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

DJ: rest in peace!
Ok, I will!