2Pac - Spell Out My Name DJ Chop Up

[Intro: 2Pac]
Alright, I'm ready for this motherfucker..
I guess these motherfuckers wanna take me out the business, right?
I guess I ain't east coast enough for my niggas back in New York, and I ain't west coast for these niggas on the west, huh?
Fuck everybody, haha

[Hook: DJ Chop Up as 2Pac]
Time to go loc'd out, buck buck!
Motherfucker, blast these sellouts
I raise hell out when they spell out
My name! Two P-A-C
Come look at the way that I drop shit
2Pac is back with Chop, bitch!
Time to go loc'd out, buck buck!
Motherfucker, blast these sellouts
I raise hell out when they spell out
My name! Two P-A-C
Come look at the way that I drop shit
2Pac is back with Chop, bitch!

[Verse 1: 2Pac]
I got my Hennessy find ya foes
In a room full of niggas tryin' to hide ya holes
I'm gettin' high off buddha cause the times be slow
I keep my mind on dough, you never find me broke
And who me? A nigga livin' life like a G
In that artillery, keepin' niggas off of me
I can't sleep, livin' in these wicked times, peep
Niggas after me cause they see I'm stackin' G's and heat
You can holler if you want to, please
I ain't runnin' with no punk crew, bleed
Enemies and my range is on, you're in the danger zone
My fuckin' game is strong, now hotline
You suckers better find ya mind I got mine
From hustlin' and bustin' them rhymes
To my niggas up in Quentin, Down on Riker's Isle
Stay rile, but a nigga gotta use his styles