[Tupac - speaking] The only way, for me to come back, is by Makaveli That´s it! All these motherfuckers stole from me I´m takin back what´s mine
[slowed down voice] [laughing] You motherfuckers can´t stop me Even if I die, I´m gon´ be a fuckin problem Do you believe in ghosts, motherfucker? Real live black... ghosts Feel me?
[Verse One: 2Pac] Some say I´m crazy, these punk-ass cops can´t fade me Mama tried to raise me, but had too many babies Papa was a motherfuckin, joke Used to find dope in his coat And nearly choked when he´d tell me not to smoke Daaamn, don´t get me started My mama smoked so God damn much when she was pregnant I´m surprised I ain´t retarded
At night I can´t sleep, can´t peep As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep Starin at the wall, heard a scream Wake up in the mornin See the blood in the hall from the murder scene Don´t cry, just ask why, and try not to die As I take you through a ghetto nigga´s lullabye On the corner, where the niggaz slang they crack And the undercovers jack those that don´t watch they back (Five-OH!) I daydream about the dope world Take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirl My mausberg goes BOOM, what´s another plug Snatchin drugs, pumpin slugs in these other thugs (GIVE IT UP NIGGA) Don´t run out of breath Every step could be death ´til you blast
And be the last nigga left, then I´ll be ghost
[Chorus: 2Pac] Don´t cry, just ask why, and try not to die As I take you through a ghetto nigga´s lullabye Don´t cry, just ask why, and try not to die As I take you through a ghetto nigga´s lullabye
[Verse Two: 2Pac] A seven-deuce full of niggaz goes by Thought I was trippin the second time they rolled, by Recognized the plates, the faces looked familiar Everybody swear they know the nigga that´s gonna, kill ya Don´t murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep Let me die as I rest in peace, deep
Back to these niggaz in the seven-deuce A mac-10 out the window bout to let it loose, what could I do? Run for cover and return fire DIE MOTHERFUCKIN DIE, hope yo´ ass fry, don´t ask why But I let off everything I have An empty clip, hit the ground as a nigga dash On my ass was the motherfuckin cops now Barely breathin tryin to keep from gettin shot down BOO-YAOW is the sound, bullet whizzed by Still runnin like a nigga got nine lives Don´t know why but I´m runnin to my fuckin block Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggaz and the cops Time to be a ghost (HEY MAN, COME THE FUCK ON!)