| That old fashioned word |
| It’s a word called love |
| Called looooove |
| Called looo-oooo-oooo-oooo-oooo-ove |
| Oh, this must be the way the nigga Pac felt when he made |
| Me Against the World, All Eyez on Me |
| Y’all niggas got me feelin' like all eyes on me, me against the world |
| Mmm, y’all got me on my shit |
| Thought niggas would appreciate what I did to this game |
| Being that I’m flesh of your flesh, blood of your blood |
| Come from the same hood you come from |
| We share basically the same stories |
| Thought niggas would appreciate what I came and did |
| Since ninety-six, every year |
| Something must be seriously wrong with the world |
| I know y’all ain’t hating |
| (Some people hate) Don’t tell me niggas is hating |
| (Some people hate) Uhh, nah, you know what I think? |
| (Some people hate) I think… |
| (I think they’ve lost their minds) Think y’all lost your mind |
| Y’all got me on my shit |
| Raw, rough and rugged, when addressing the mass public |
| My attitude is fuck it 'cause motherfuckers love it |
| Got a chip on my shoulder the size of the Golden Nugget in Vegas |
| And fuck being famous, I came to get the butters |
| I came from the gutter, my success in this game |
| Is sort of like Pro-jectic Justice |
| A payment for brushes with police officers |
| A peace offering from the Gods for the streets I was tossed in |
| Til I’m deceased in a coffin |
| I’ma be a beast on these beats releasing early and often |
| Please, your disdain for the brothers ain’t gon change the numbers |
| It’s the strengthening of chain among us |
| Please we ain’t afraid of none of ya’s; who want it with us? |
| Ain’t nuttin changed since the ninety-six summer, c’mon |
| (Some people hate) Yeah |
| (Some people hate) Uh, uh, uh |
| (Some people hate) Yeah! You know what I think? |
| (I think they’ve lost their minds) They say success breeds envy |
| I guess it’s just the penalty of leadership |
| I guess I’m what niggas wanna be and shit |
| Or niggas just bored wanna be in shit |
| 'Fore they get to rappin', start believing it, think they Ali and shit |
| I roll with the punches so I survive |
| I bob and weave, move my feet from side to side |
| I’m back, stronger than ever, surprise, surprise |
| They try to take me out the game but I’s alive |
| It’s like a old Negro spiritual, but I mastered Tobey |
| With a splash of Monster Kody, shoot faster than Kobe, nigga |
| You bastards know me, the one and only |
| Big homie from the Roc, I think you pastors lonely |
| You need Jesus in your life |
| It’s either that or y’all gon' make me |
| Put the double Desert Eagles in your life, nigga |
| (Some people hate) |
| (I know nigga’s ain’t hating man, let me find out) |
| (Some people hate) Jealousy is a weak emotion, man |
| (Some people kill their brothers) |
| C’mon man, be stronger than that. you know what I think? |
| (I think they’ve lost their minds) You’ll be alright though |
| Au contraire, nigga, I am here 'cause I earned this shit |
| By riding out when niggas had learners' permit |
| We bring then knives out or we let them burners spit |
| I bring them pies out if niggas wanna burn the strip |
| Bring your rides out, bring your buggy eyes out |
| Turn your six, I laid back in the Maybach |
| Nigga this the payback, I know you bitch niggas from way back |
| Niggas wanna clown, but the pound, it don’t play that |
| Get yourself found drowned where the lake at |
| Run up on 'em notoriously, take that, take that |
| And then we coming where your wake at |
| Eight maniac cats strapped with gats, you can hate that |
| Face facts, fake rap cats |
| Can’t take back what I took back to the Brook, look |
| Some people hate |
| Some people hate |
| Some people kill their brothers |
| I think they’ve lost their minds |
| And I’m hung up. ohh. |