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Listen close, as turns its pages
Makaveli here, kickin' for the ages
Seen things in stages, wise words spoken by
SkyTel 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 time ago
A real time ago
me!
I this song a long time ago
It was the dopest song I wrote... in '94

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

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

How am I doin'
Look around the club, see in the place
Showing 'Pac got a smile on my face
The girl in the has bad taste
her shirt don't match
And there's a stain on the back
What the {fuck} is
It might be

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

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

I wrote song a long 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!