[Verse 1: 2Pac]
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So mandatory my elevation my lyrics like orientation
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So you can be more familiar with the nigga you facing
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We must be patient nothing better than communication
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Known to damage and highly flamable like gas stations
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Sorry I left that ass waiting
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No more procrastination give up to fate, and get that ass shaking
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I'm busting and making motherfuckers panic
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Don't take your life for granted put that ass in the dirt
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You swear the bitch was planted
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My lyrics motivate the planet
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It's similar to Rhythm Nation
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but thugged out, forgive me Janet
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Who's in control I'm activating your souls
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You know, the way the games get controlled
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you, two years ago, a friend of mine
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Told me Alize and Cristal blows your mind
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Bear witness to the dopest fucking rhyme I wrote
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Taking off my coat, clearing my throat
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[Chorus]
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I got my mind made up, come on
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Give it, got it good
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It's time to ride nigga
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Tonight's the night
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Listen
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[Verse 2: Hussein Fatal]
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It's the name game same thang
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Everywhere gang bang
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Gang bang anywhere Hussein ain't changed man
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Dirty South, east to west
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Even on chain Gangs
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Yard's dale any dale Riker's the same (same) man
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But ain't the way I was trained
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Somehow remain sane
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Can't change the calibers aim
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So feel my pain man
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Love me for how I made it with Pac
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But woulda liked me dead in a
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Box, only when he gave me the shots
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Yeah right, things just ain't the same for gangsters
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Hardcore artists this year to change to wanksters
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Me I don't worry I just aim the stainless
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You get to shoot me for a number and a name
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And thank (thanks)
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Niggaz talk so I walk like there's something on my mind
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Really ain't nothing on my mind
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just a greedy motherfucker with a fuckin' greedy delivery
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The last of the last dying breed ballin with me
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[Verse 3: Young Noble]
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Walk a mile in my timbs
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Better yet, take a ride on my rims
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So you can see for yourself I was destined to win
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I went from baggin' them niggaz to serving them fiends
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To writing them hits and livin' my dreams,
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So speak for those who ain't got no voice
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We reaching those who ain't got no choice
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Listen, criminal mind all the time waiting for Judgement Day
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Trying hard nigga looking at the sun don't pay
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He added fuel to the fire
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I refuse to retire
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Comin up, I guess I seen too much
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I'm young with an old soul
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Young Noble a black rose
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E.D.I, Young Cap, Hussein and Kastro
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Homie, this ain't nothing but a soldier's story
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You bitches, take pictures of our road to glory
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I'm a outlaw, ain't no denying that
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Hostile, ghetto gospel, apostle crap (nigga)
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[Chorus]
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I got my mind made up, come on
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Give it, got it good
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It's time to ride nigga
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Tonight's the night
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Listen
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I got my mind made up, come on
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Get it, get into it, get on
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I got my nickel tonight nigga
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I'm bout to bust in the sly (sly, sly, sly)
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Listen (Yeah, hu!)
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[Verse 4: Kurupt]
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Animal instinct cannibal handheld
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Devour multitudes from rapid fire on
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Cowards, listen I'm try'na tell ya
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Shell shimmy, a rickashay bouncing like solid
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Freshly and start violence
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Flee between the end scene
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Take a flight like college green
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From Kansas to Staten Island
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I shot the monkey on my back
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And its back in the Guiness Book of World Records
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I'm in this
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The most hated but most loved menace from here to Venice
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The Grinch came to steal your money and your better day
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Christmas and your little spinach got eaten
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Smoke smoke smoking away all day
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Any way that you say it nigga just break me off half
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Many years ago,
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a friend of mine taught me everything about the game
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Gave me a nine
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So I went straight to the block
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Started my grind
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[Chorus]
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Got My Mind Made Up (Remix)
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2Pac |