Hear shots in the night/
Shit ya pants in fright/
Ya blunt got ya higher than a kite/
Can't see where the bullets from/
Make another record to say thanks to mom/
U say you the don but no one knows now u gone/
Keep runnin ya mouth bout bad boy you're weak/
Ya punches come out meek, while verses you tweak/
See i aim to seek why you bite beats from mr mr/
Was you shaggin his sister of jus plain blowin like a twister/
Keep ya mouth shut now you dead spreyed by bullets/
Suge's still here but you gone, who'd of thought it/

RIP TUPAC.

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