[Intro: 2Pac]
Tryna be strong (2x)
[Verse 1: Eminem]
I spit it slow so these kids know that i'm talkin' to 'em
Give it back to these damn critics and sock it to em
I'm like a thug, with a little bit of Pac influence
I spew it, and look how I got you b**hes rockin' to it
You motherf**ers could never do it like I could do it
Don't even try it, you'll look stupid, do not pursue it
Don't ever in your life, try to knock the truest
I spit the illest sh**, ever been dropped to two inch
So ticky-tock listen as the sound ticks on the clock
Listen to the sound of Kim as she licks on a co*k
Listen to the sound of me spillin' my heart through this pen
Motherf**ers know that i'll never be Marshall again
Full of controversy until I retire my jersey
'til the fire inside dies and expires at thirty, and
Lord have mercy on any more of these rappers that verse me
And put a curse on authorities in the face of adversity, i'm a...
[Hook: 2Pac] (2x)
Tryna be strong,trapped in the storm
Constantly armed,and f** the world til I'm gone
b**hes be warned
Tryna be strong,keepin it real
n***as is false,even if I do conceal my criminal thoughts
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Now these p**y n***as putting money on my head
Go on and get your refund motherf**er, I ain't dead
I'm the diamond in the dirt, that ain't been found
I'm the underground king and I ain't been crowned
When I rhyme, something special happen every time
I'm the greatest, something like Ali in his prime
I walk the block with the bundles
I've been knocked on the humble
Swing the ox when I rumble
Show your a** what my gun do
Got a temper n***a, go 'head, lose your head
Turn your back on me, get clapped and lose your legs
I walk around gun on waist, chip on my shoulder
Till I bust a clip in your face, p**y, this beef ain't over
d**h gotta be easy, cause life is hard
It'll leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred
This if for my n***as on the block, twisting trees and cigars
For the n***as on lock, doing life behind bars
[Hook: 2Pac] (2x)
[Bridge: 2Pac speaks]
[Verse 3: Nas]
I woke up early on my born day; I'm 20, it's a blessing
The essence of adolescence leaves my body, now I'm fresh and
My physical frame is celebrated cause I made it
One quarter through life some Godly-like thing created
Got rhymes 365 days annual plus some
Load up the mic and bust one, cuss while I pus from
My skull cause it's pain in my brain vein, money maintain
Don't go against the grain, simple and plain
When I was young, at this I used to do my thing hard
Robbin foreigners, take their wallets, their j**els, and rip their green cards
Dipped to the projects flashing my quick cash and
Got my first piece of a** smokin blunts with hash
Now it's all about cash in abundance
n***as I used to run with is rich or doing years in the hundreds
I switched my motto; instead of saying "f** tomorrow"
That buck that bought a bottle could've struck the lotto
[Hook: 2Pac] (2x)