* 2pac (DJ Bizzy)    They finally did it (whats that?)  They stole the mic i grip  Now that its Gone (whats wrong?)  I'm feelin' tired and sick  (How did they do it?) I don't know I wasnt sleepin that long  When i woke up (what happened brotha?)  My Microphone was gone  First I paniced (how?)  I put the cops on the case  But they was stumped (damn)  Without a clue or a trace  So as sure a smoking cigarettes is bad for your health  If i want my microphone back I'll find it myself  So I picked up the phone (For what?)  I called Dizzy (Whats up?)  My Mics gone (Wurd?)  Lets get Busy  Before I told Dizzy what I wanted to Do  He was over at my house with the TMS crew  He said (Word is out on every mouth on the street  Now that its gone its not long 'til your beat)  And then it hit me (DAMNNN)  I got a battle at 6  With out my microphone  I'm guaranteed to get whipped  Ya might think its unbelievable  But word to the strength  When it comes to rockin rhymes  Im a musical nimth  They Gave me other mics  But yo it wasn't no use  I tried to rock it (one-two one-two)  But I couldn't get loose  I said forget it  Ya microphone or not  And I got to do this  Give it all that I got (Yo what if ya loose?)  It'd be the first time I lost  But if I beat 'em it'd finally prove that I'm the boss  I grabbed my leather jacket  Walked through the streets  Was hopin and payin  Strictly dope won't get beat  I begin to get hyped  I was ready to fight  Yo I was confident that I win  To hell with the mic!  I hop on to the stage  Dizzy started the beat  The sucka shivered  Because he tasted defeat  Then I signaled to Dizzy  Bust a rhyme wit my head  Perpetrator fell back (HA!)  And then he was dead  I was happy as hell  'Cause I was lucky that night  Put my hand in my pocket  And there was my mic  haha