Pac isn't technical?
since when?
Repetitive blows are thrown, to my foes
No love shown get disposed of blasted full blown
My unknown tendencies to mash my car
Getting wicked with my ski-mask, find the stash and dump
When nigggaz run I'm the last one standin the rest die
Victims of my lethal chrome cannon, Westside
Though it's worldwide no one can deny my views
Tracked it to my very fabric once the plastic blew
Five shots changed my whole life, throats were slit
nikkaz die by my orders when I wrote this shyt
Though we go back like wild knights at Latin Quarters
nikkaz tried to kill me, and I fed they wife and they daughters
Blazed the weed, draped they seeds, gave 'em cash
Pass the fame and let the game go rollin past
Why you change, it's a cold world taught me life
Retaliation proves nikkaz never caught me right
Say they shot me in my nuts, out of luck quick
Bullshyt nikka cause I'm still fukkin yo' bytch
nikkaz got me twisted in a bad way, why you change?
fukk with me, all this shyt pay, nikka fukk the fame