Uh oh, Uh oh, Oh!, Oh!, Oh!    They ain't ready for this    LT Hutton    T.I    Ashanti    It's that new 'Pac y'all       (Chorus: Ashanti)       Pac's life    (Everybody need's to chill)    Everybody talking 'bout Pac's life    (It's Tupac the king)    What do you know about Pac's life    (What do you know? What do you know?)    (Only real niggas stay on top)    Everybody talking 'bout Pac's life    (Outlawz)       (Verse One: Tupac)       Started with five shots, niggas plotting to kill him    Never figured that, that same nigga sell five million    Hit the charts like a mad man nothing but hits    Court cases got a nigga facing multiple digits    Dodging cop cars look how we come so far    Picture a high school drop out    Rolling a double R    House full of happiness, weed and drank    Way out    So when trouble tried to find me can't    Never visioned living longer than my twenty first    Thought I'd locked down, cracked out or in the dirt    And though it hurts to see the change    It comes with the fame    Watch them gossip in this silly game    To all the motherfucker's speaking down on me this is the night    Why's everybody caught up In Pac's life?    To all y'all niggas    Conversating on my life    Mind your motherfucking business       (Chorus)       (Verse Two: T.I)       I remember that    Ay    What's happening Pac    Yeah I know we never to meet    But we know all the same people so we got to speak    You taught me first, fake nigga can't stop a G    And all the shit you went through    Meant a lot to me    But when they locked you up for for nothing it was shame to see    You we know the crack came and did the same thing to me    I get along with real niggas it's the lane to be    Talking loud out of pocket tryna bang with me    And so I pull it out my pocket let it rain you see    Now they all in the court room blaming me    See we ain't live the same life but represent the same struggle    Power to the real niggas death to the sucker's    Money over bitches, get to know 'em for you love 'em    Death before dishonour never talk to undercover's    Live by the same rules so I minus the tattoo's    With the same sort of dude with he same short fuse       (Chorus)       (Verse Three: Tupac)       I want money in large amounts    My garage full of cars that bounce    Moving my tapes in major weight cause every dollar counts    Busters is jealous and half these niggas is punks    They running off at the mouth till I fill it up with my pump    They jump my automatic keep 'em weary    While you fronting like you Billy Bad Ass    Nigga you scary    I been knowing you for years    We was high school peers    In Junior High    I was itching' to kill    And you was, 'Ready To Die'    While you bullshitting niggas was dying and catching cases    Busting my automatics at motherfucker's in foreign places    Leaving no trace, they see my face and then they buried    Bitches die in a hurry    Still I ride, I'm never worried    Mr. Makaveli tell me to ride and I'ma ride    Pick my enemies out the crowd    And motherfucker's die    It's not the way I wanna live    My nigga it's how it is    Only real niggas stay on top       (Chorus)       Why are all you niggas all up in my shit?    Tell them motherfucker's    Outlawz    Fuck all y'all