Now everybody from the 313
Put your motherf**in' hands up and follow me!
Everybody from the 313
Put your motherf**in' hands up! Look, look…
Now, while he stands tough
Notice that this man did not have his hands up
The Free World got you ga**ed up
Now, who's afraid of the big bad wolf?
1, 2, 3 and to the 4
1Pac, 2Pac, 3Pac, 4; 4Pac, 3Pac, 2Pac, 1
You're Pac, he's Pac, no Pac, none
This guy ain't no motherf**in' MC
I know everything he's got to say against me
I am white, I am a f**in' bum
I do live in a trailer with my mom
My boy Future is an Uncle Tom
I do got a dumb friend named Cheddar Bob
Who shoots himself in the leg with his own gun
I did get jumped by all six of you chumps
And Wink did f** my girl
I'm still standing here screaming, "f** the free world!"
And never try and judge me, dude
You don't know what the f** I've been through
But I know something about you
You went to Cranbrook—that's a private school
What's the matter, dawg? You embarrased?
This guy is a gangsta? His real name's Clarence
And Clarence lives at home with both parents
And Clarence's parents have a real good marriage
This guy dont wanna battle, he's shook
‘Cause ain't no such thing as halfway crooks
He's scared to d**h
He's scared to look in his f**ing yearbook—f** Cranbrook!
f** a beat, I go a cappella
f** a Papa Doc, f** a clock, f** a trailer!
f** everybody! f** y'all if you doubt me!
I'm a piece of f**in' white trash, I say it proudly
f** this battle, I don't wanna win, I'm outtie
Here, tell these people something they dont know about me!