(Verse 1) 2Pac verses Paciao. You too pop. I'm a YouTube user using Pac-y sounds. I want a Foxy brown. Whop whop where I really think Cops tryna box me down, and Hip Hop tryna Box me in or box me out or wants me to Copy sounds. I'm probably a copy now Can't tell. If this is hell or a waiting room for Hell, or, well, even heaven. Hell Everyone got a price or a price to pay. Dudes Selling their souls for a price a day. Too much Vice in your life it's the price of fame. Want a Slice of the pies so nicely baked and iced Cream cake look nice but the icing's fake Blood run from the sponge when you slice the cake Waving automatic guns at nuns of fun until You wanna be the don gotta find your way. Cause Crime don't pay unless you rap it, and rap don't Pay unless you wack or you actin' a crack dealer Background k**ers in the background blastin' Gats and the hi-hats sound so rapid Whole lot of yappin'. Whole lot gold. Whole
Lot of platinum. No wealth though A lot of cough Syrup, no health though Never seen heaven but I seen hell though (Chorus) Twisted. Twisted. All 'em got it twisted Tryna stay grounded so they get lifted Spliff and sip and dipped in. "Help me stay addicted" Sriblin with the pen help he stay out of them prison (x2) (Verse 2) Twisted Twisted. How we finna fix it? Do we even really wanna fix or do dudes want a Fix and reject your a**istance? Listen Kids with the business. Really got work Innoscene k**ed by the blood on they shirt And they injected like ink in the pen and they Stick themem in penns. What really hurts worse? Why your neck look like so sublime? Flip a brick and make it shine Dunk a rock or write a rhyme. Maybe we gon be just fine Tryna feed babies, rocking new Js. Momma be crazy, tryna fool dudes Too cruel. They just tryna see brighter days Pin through the latex. Make them stay (Chorus)