to what you got - always represent Handed down from the old to the new We built this scene - the rest is up to you Handed down from the old to the new
know he hot Hurricanes in store November, nigga fuck Reebocks I'm fly like a Hummingbird on a tree top The new Hov, the new B.I.G., the new 'Pac, I need three
changed man So what I'm saying is [Chorus] I changed plans but I'm still the same old ridah (Fucking with a changed man) I slang a new dope to
: [Intro: 2Pac] Aight, new drink one part alazhay one part chrystal Thugs Passion baby y'all know what time it is This drink is Gauranteed to get
streets I know'em like my ABC's Stay away from the D's and stack ya cheese Try to see three hundred g's fore you see three hundred C's Tree top to feel
Pras take the mic man, you know you're really critical (Pras) Stall emcees-soft-put 'em up for-er-Death Row (yeah) Rhyme and cultural, style and never old
guys get buried in their property Word to Sampson, the tone will get you hung I had a friend, they murdered his father and his three-year-old son I heard
was born in new orleans mom-and-pop record stores, i'd explore these I remember when you handed in a newer 8-track you got three old ones back, dope
shine bright The newborn child will carry ruin to the hall The newborn's death would be a blessing to us all Good choice? Bad choice? Out of three you
Troy will shine bright The newborn child would carry ruin to the hall The newborn's death will be a blessing to us all Good choice? Bad choice? Out of three
kickers, Wallabee's, ?? On my ass I got the umm.. um.. khakis, 501's On my back I got the uhh.. sweatshirt You know, with the fat three creases Uhh,
an abortion I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampeding horses Had to bring it back to New York I'm happy that the streets is back in New York For
it real after you blow Three ki's, new V's, went to Anguilla with your hoe Stayed around the hood, smoothest cat, gettin the dough Them old timers, advise
shit Wave your motherfuckin fingers in the air {Verse Two: Daz, Kurupt} Now on a one, two, three who could it be Comin with a group of gangsta shit for ninety-three
was only 18 years old, He was the youngest of nine children, never spent a night away from home. And his mother held his photograph up in the New York