(feat. Diddy, Meek Mill, Rick Ross, T.I. & Swizz Beatz)
[Intro: Swizz Beatz]
I've been waiting for a long time (how long)
Real damn long time (how long)
I've been waiting for a long time (how ya feel)
Man..
[Hook: Swizz Beatz]
I feel like Pac, I feel like Biggie
I'm feeling like these hating n***as waiting to get me
I'm losing my sleep, I'm losing my mind
You know I go hard when it comes to mine
I feel like Pac, Biggie, Pac, Biggie
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
s**a walk up on me, talking like he know me
Ain't no co defendant do my dirt all by my lonely
Down south n***a, talking jam pony
Rest in Peace to Uncle Al he showed me my first Rollie
b**hes want to know me, haters want to show me
But I'm so vicious double m worth eighty tickets
Cop just pulled me over, caught up in this thing
Take my case to trial, my juror Paula Deen
I know they hate a n***a but he's such a major n***a
Tell the clip the .40 when C.I.A. with us
305 them k**as, Ricky Ross the richest
Bel- Air on my table, I talk it then I live it
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
All of you starve and I eat fast
Moussain when I creep past
Blacked out I max out with the same same watch on me chain
We k**ing n***as no repa** my momma got like 3 Jags
You talkin' bout how you ball n***a we really gettin' that street cash
Say old money, new work
Smell the caine on my new shirt
My old g said strap up and don't lay your head where you do dirt
And my momma said do school work
I was making that tool work
And n***as wanted me dead with a whole lot on my head
Man they hit Big in the pa**enger, hit Pac in the pa**enger
So I'm riding round with this Mac on me
And a bunch of shooters in back of us
Roll up and you a dead man
Head shot when we clapped ya
We sellin n***as to the murk em man, and I ain't talkin' bout Erica
[Hook]
[Verse 3: T.I.]
Feel like it's me against the world
Bury me a g
My middle finger to the world
I'm gon' forever be a g
p**y n***a want a witness stay armed no Biggie
When we get busy no alarms just semis
We pour out a lil liquor throw it like straight ballers
We cradle to the grave ride when my homie call
Give a damn if you me [?] West P
When somebody gotta die, we gon' march to the steps
They said Brenda had a baby but she left it in the alley
One shot that playa hater now we going back to Cali
Hit the time n***a I got a story to tell
My ambitions as a rider got me ready to die
And when we ride on no more paint we go hard as sh**
Why you complaining and you wonder why we call you b**h
It's an every day struggle n***a me and my b**h
It's unbelievable suicide I thought you would get
Said f** me warning and the gun don't blast
Give me the loot sorry n***a one more chance
You know this sh** don't stop
Keep these s**er under pressure
Only god can judge me shawty I ain't mad at ya
[Bridge: T.I.]
Ya n***a can't see me
A paid thug n***a
That's why shawty wanna be me
See a kid around around in your town kick in your door
I feel like Pac and Biggie love the dough, more than you know
[Hook]
[Outro: Diddy]
Ey yo, how you gon' compare yourself to greatness
If you ain't ready to be great, man?
Ain't no more to it