[Chorus: 2Pac]
Now you know you should've ducked, nigga
Now you fallin' from my uppercut
Fucked, so what's up, nigga?
Now you know you should've ducked, nigga
Now you fallin' from my uppercut
Fucked, so what's up, nigga?
Now you know you should've ducked, nigga
Now you fallin' from my uppercut
Fucked, so what's up, nigga?
Now you know you should've ducked, nigga
Now you fallin' from my uppercut
Fucked, so what's up, nigga?
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Now see so many motherfuckers wanna take a piece
Comin' equipped with some shit, niggas just can't believe
I pull a trick from my sleeve, now kamikaze
I'm all over that nigga, come Identify the body (Body, haha)
My middle finger to you ho niggas
Run up on me, and I'll be forced To let it go, nigga (Go, nigga)
I ain't the one you wanna Try, why?
Stayin' high, hit this blunt and watch these motherfuckers die
Who's runnin' these streets? I sell that cocaine
'Cause in the dope game, niggas'll Die 'fore they go broke, man
Another hustler makin' major cash, 'Til the punk police come raid your ass
Now you stressed doin' fed time
And its a bitch 'cause the Judge gave you eight years
You doin six and we know that you can't hang
You a trick rolled over turned snitch like a, bitch
Now you know you should've ducked, nigga
Now you fallin' from my uppercut
Fucked, so what's up, nigga?
Now you know you should've ducked, nigga
Now you fallin' from my uppercut
Fucked, so what's up, nigga?
Now you know you should've ducked, nigga
Now you fallin' from my uppercut
Fucked, so what's up, nigga?
Now you know you should've ducked, nigga
Now you fallin' from my uppercut
Fucked, so what's up, nigga?
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Now see so many motherfuckers wanna take a piece
Comin' equipped with some shit, niggas just can't believe
I pull a trick from my sleeve, now kamikaze
I'm all over that nigga, come Identify the body (Body, haha)
My middle finger to you ho niggas
Run up on me, and I'll be forced To let it go, nigga (Go, nigga)
I ain't the one you wanna Try, why?
Stayin' high, hit this blunt and watch these motherfuckers die
Who's runnin' these streets? I sell that cocaine
'Cause in the dope game, niggas'll Die 'fore they go broke, man
Another hustler makin' major cash, 'Til the punk police come raid your ass
Now you stressed doin' fed time
And its a bitch 'cause the Judge gave you eight years
You doin six and we know that you can't hang
You a trick rolled over turned snitch like a, bitch
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