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Listen close, as turns its pages
here, kickin' 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 spot like CJ 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 voted for George W.
It's a bitch, {fuck} George W. -- can't be --
I wanna choke him, because a snitch
I'm about George W. Smith
From council, he ran in '93
Out in Oakland, you probably hear about him

I wrote this a long time ago
A real long ago
Way before Shady was in demand
Way before we dropped on Afghanistan
I wrote this in '94

How am I this?
Look around the club, see in the place
Showing 'Pac love got a smile on my
The in the miniskirt has bad taste
Because her don't match
And there's a puddin' on the back
What the 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
Might skip... I told you, stop hittin' the

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

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

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