[Intro]
Hahah! Yeah n***a f** that gin & juice (Hennessy)
Just Pour a n***a a gla**
Hennessey, that dark sh** (That's right)
That's right
[Obie Trice]
Ay pour me some of that too baby
[Hook 1: 2Pac + (Obie Trice)]
They wanna knows my role model, it's in a brown bottle
(Yo what's our motherf**in motto n***a?)
Hennessy
They wanna knows my role model, it's in a brown bottle
(You know our motherf**in motto)
Hennessy
Hahaha, y'all n***as can't f** with this ol' thug sh**
Hennessy
(That's what you sippin on, now what's your name n***a?)
Big ballin' a** n***a named 'Pac
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Now I was born in the gutter facin life or d**h
I was a thug ever since my mama gave me breath
These motherf**ers wanna see me die, so who am I
To try to warn 'em, I buck and bomb 'em, them n***as fry
Hey, remember me? Down that Hennessy
The n***a you don't wanna see, let me proceed
My definition of some thug sh**, y'all don't hear me
Now that it's poppin ain't no love b**h
I maintain in the game in the gutter's where I still kick it
I'm trying to hustle up a meal ticket
I'm still wicked in my ways, a hustler 'til my dying days
Ain't nuttin wrong with gettin paid, so n***a blaze
Cause we some motherf**in fools
Walkin through the streets wearing j**els, breakin n***as makin moves
Even the cops can't stop us, my enemies flip
When they see me drink a fifth of that Hennessy
[Hook 2: 2Pac + (Obie Trice)]
They wanna knows my role model, it's in a brown bottle
(Yo what's our motherf**in motto n***a?)
Hennessy
They wanna knows my role model, it's in a brown bottle
(You know our motherf**in motto)
Hennessy
Hahaha, y'all n***as can't f** with this ol' thug sh**
Hennessy
(That's what I'm sippin on, now let me tell 'em who I be)
Big ballin' a** n***a named Trice
[Verse 2: Obie Trice + (2Pac)]
Now I was born in Detroit on the side that's West
Troubled child comin up I had to ride I guess
Tried to apply myself, them n***as was ballin
My mama couldn't tell me sh**, the streets was callin
I was often involved with n***as breakin the law
I look back, 'Pac n***a, we was bankin off raw
P-Funk got it pumpin, he had the connects
Threw the sack to his lil' n***as workin the set
And if you got it you gettin wet, n***a bet on that
Don't come around hurr on that floss sh**
Detroit n***as off sh**
(Robbin n***as in the do'ways) That's right
(With my four-four, that's the sure way)
And this your road days, All Eyez on Me
We was looney I suppose, you could (die homie)
O. Trice always rep his block
Pa** the Henn and that ice
I'm on a track with 'Pac n***a
[Hook]
[Obie Trice]
Yeah, ay 'Pac, 'Pac, n***a Detroit love you boy
You put it down out here, I mean, y'know
Me and my family, my friends, n***a we ride for you always
2Pacalypse Now 'til infinity boy, forever
Shady Records, Afeni Shakur, whattup? Yeah
Obie Trice, pour out a lil' liquor n***a