Guess who's back?



[2Pac]

Drop the drums, here it comes, only got

two minutes to bounce, and every second counts

Better press, wreck on your tech, here we go, set pass the Moet

My trickery's more slippery when wet

Wicked as I flip, don't trip, get a grip

It'll kick, if the bass line's thick, it's a hit

Everybody's got a mic now, its like a hobby

But more like a job, cause bootleggers tryin to rob me

And little man wants to be a rap, star

Make papes, hit skins, drive a fat car

It ain't easy, sleazy even

Deceivin those we, believe in

No benefits, just tricks and chicks

Knock a pig to pick, so here's a stick to lick

I shoot a gift, til there ain't none left

And if I find that the track sound def

I catch wreck till I lose my breath

That's how it goes in the land of broke

I dispose of those, rock shows, and collect my dough

Now I suppose I'm the bad guy, why?

I say, "Hi," and try to stay high

Life's a mess don't stress, test.. of givin

but be thankful that you're livin.. blessed

Guess who's back, comin back with the track supplied

by Special Ed and Ak, comin right and exact

I'm fightin it back, now snap, where they at?

When it's time to go to combat, guess who's back



[Chorus: repeat 4X]



"Yes I'm back" - [Special Ed]

"Tupac is" .. back!!



[2Pac]

Drop the drums, here it comes, only got

one minute to bounce, and every second counts

I went from hustlin dicks, to makin hits, bustin flicks

Now I'm sure to be rich for ninety-six

I pull my 'capes on tapes, and make, papes

Trace the bass, to the tape with the baddest bass to date

I try to shake it but the pace is hard to break

Good thoughts I wait, cause