They say pussy and paper is poetry, power and pistols Plotting on murdering motherfuckers 'fore they get you Picturing pitaful punk people copping pleas Puffin' weed as I position myself to clock G's My enemies scatter in suicidal situations Never to witness the wicked shit that they was facing Pockets is packed with presidents, pursue your riches Evading the player-hating tricks, while hitting switches Bitches is bad-mouth, 'cause brawling motherfuckers is bold But charge them hoes, the game should be sold I'm sick of psychotic society, somebody save me Addicted to drama, so even mama couldn't raise me Even the preacher and all my teachers couldn't reach me I run in the streets and puffin' weed wit' my peeps I'm ducking the cops, I hit the weed as I'm clutching my Glock people is hot when I hit the block, what if I die tonight? If I die tonight If I die tonight Fuck it, if I die tonight (Tonight's the night I get in some shit) #2022 #2pac #new #rapfame #rapfamebest