[Verse]
In 1996 I get more d**h threats than Salman Rushdie
Brothers wanna rush me, they wanna hush me
And silence me like Jimmy Hoffa, Since I flips like a convertible (?)
My billboard position leaving vertical
You tough guy images faker than a surgery implant
So I speak for myself like Teddy Pendergra** can
Chino XL and Kevin Keith, the new age is drowning
And I got 9 (?) slanging crack 5 o'clock in the morning
With raw styles that's left of like shots, From Marvin Gayes pops
Ain't no metaphors like the ones I got (haha)
With perfect timing and I'm leaving crowds jumping like Dennis Rodman on some NBA jam sh**
The nail in the coffin
Leavin rich in bay, (?)
Where do they find these people position fetal, Stab you like Joe Pesci in a casino
So f** waiting to exhale, I got chickens waiting for XL to d**h do us apart like Howard Cosell
I'm scorping you till through my lethal (?)
You find them? Forget you and your path (?) to me you are useless, Like any chicken with a sored up vagina
Controversial supposed (?) I froze you in like that video with heavy rotation on Nickelodeon
I'm having flashbacks like Mary and Barry, cheap hotel rooms and hoes, violence and crack now who's style is that?
Chino illest, poison pen syringes
You couldn't be no star if you got thrown by chinese ninjas
But you don't know me when the album couldn't tell ya
How many n***as pray that Chino is a failure?
Still have lipstick on your back if Suge didn't bailed ya
Break your gla** sore, leavin you signin like Mahaila
Approach this, watch the east coast get sick and approach this, My grip tight like roach clips, While I roast 2pac whole, Promote this, shirt blood soakin, gettin it opened
Where you from anyway? LA? Oakland? Hobokan?
I'm God manifested on earth, You out of bounds, it wasn't no criminal county and records from digital underground
You can't rhyme, better carry a tech, since you will marry your neck
And I can see your strings, You can't offend me,??
Mitty, trendy, You's a little midget pumpin n***a poppin sh** like little penny
Mics nickel-plated, sun-bath, think fast, syncopated
Illest syllables that have your bald head deflated
I waited patiently, now I'm an ill furiously
Till this whole world take me seriously, Curiously
Get shot severe, I watched your career develop
That's cause you survived five shots, Survive five once I bring my lyrical onslaught
You walk around tough like that a** from in box corp
Once I start it's critical, n***as get touched and your eyes is turnin black like an angel from Bone Thugs' video
All you hear is ambulance sirens
And Pac boxed since you were last cryin on Oprah like he Dennis Rodman
n***a You ain't never ever seen drama, f** you and your dope fiend mama
n***as is shady, I shed ya california blood and k** Brenda's baby
Get around these nuts n***as don't play me
Recognize my face and turn that a** in the back of a Mercedes that's full laced like a Madonna wardrobe in the 80's
Pinning lyrically, uh, provocative, 2pacalypse battling me is preposterous
Wrapping my yellow hands around your esophagus, and your face turn purple like it was leeky leek
A n***a with one ball shouldn't speak
I grab my crotch when I see 2pac (haha)
He needs police protection, I'm blackin out like Martin Lawrence on the side of an intersection
I tried to warn n***as, 2pac is country as them hatin em livin in a barn n***as...
[Outro: Radio host and Chino XL speaking]
"- ohhhhhhh... yes... Oh my God..
Uh, Chino on that note though I can tell that you and uh 2Pac are good friends, huh?
-There's no beef..."