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Listen close, as life its pages
Makaveli here, rhymes for the ages
Seen things in stages, wise spoken by sages
From SkyTel to pagers
Your crew phase us, we'll make you bustas pay us
Run up in your spot CJ from San Andreas

I wrote song a long time ago
A real long ago
me!
I wrote this song a time ago
It was the dopest I ever wrote... in '94

What can a {nigga} do when half the people for George W.
It's a bitch, {fuck} George W. -- be true --
I wanna choke him, because he's a
I'm talking George W. Smith
From council, he ran in '93
Out in Oakland, you probably hear about him

I this song a long time ago
A real time ago
Way Slim Shady was in demand
Way we dropped baloney on Afghanistan
I this song in '94

How am I doin'
around the club, see everyone in the place
Showing 'Pac love got a smile on my
The in the miniskirt has bad taste
Because her don't match
And there's a puddin' stain on the
the {fuck} is that?
It might be

And you in the back, you ain't
You a gin and tonic but you didn't even tip
And if you hit the table one time then the record might skip
Might skip... I you, stop hittin' the table

Shakur
I wrote this in 1994
I'm not alive!
life!
Dave Chappelle, that ain't wife
A married man, got two kids
Go home!

I this song a long time ago
A real long ago
Way before Beanie had to do a bid
Way Dave Chappelle had two kids
{dont give him no

DJ: 2Pac in peace!
Ok, I will!