Sauce Money - Dead or Alive, Part 2 (Disses 2pac) lyrics

[JAY Z: Intro] I told y'all n***as if it wasn't a skirt it was gonna be a dress Don't give a f** who you are [JAY Z: Verse 1] I makes the whole city hot like fiddy shots at idi-ots Show him I got more then take the sh** he got, b*atch! Big poison and f** up the city rots The whole world supposing he's tryna dispose of me You must know I give a f** though, got a mean rebu*tal Try me! See where your luck go, you know what though? I'm what you don't get a second chance at Think you can chance that? I'm laying n***as down ba'y bro Think you can stand that? Your train of thought derails like amtrak My grand stack, hands free and a six; vivid jam-packed Me, my crimees, and a couple of dime pieces A bunch of rolexes, unlimited credit line visas Heat is for n***as that want to touch but can't reach us To each his own y'all can eat this chrome Leave him speechless when the lead reaches his dome Life ain't nothing but beaches and homes