[Intro: Swizz Beatz]
I've been waiting for a long time (how long)
Real damn long time (how long)

I've been waiting for a long time (how ya feel)
Man..


[Hook: Swizz Beatz]
I feel like Pac, I feel like Biggie
I'm feeling like these hatin' ^!$$%s waiting to get me

I'm losing my sleep, I'm losing my mind
You know I go hard when it comes to mine
I feel like Pac, Biggie, Pac, Biggie


[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Sucka walk up on me, talking like he know me

Ain't no co defendant do my dirt all by my lonely
Down south ^!$$%, talking jam pony
Rest in peace to look ? he showed me my first Rollie

(*##$es want to know me, haters want to show me
But Im just so vicious double m worth 80 tickets
Cop just pulled me over, caught up in this thing

Take my case to trial, my juror Paula Deen
I know they hate a ^!$$% but he's such a major ^!$$%
Tell the clip the .40 when C.I.A. with us

305 them killas, Ricky Ross the richest
Bel- Air on my table, I talk it then I live it


[Hook]

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]

All of you starve and I eat fast
Moussain when I creep past
Blacked out I max out with the same same watch on me chain

We killing ^!$$%s no repass my momma got like three Jags
You talkin' bout how you ball ^!$$% we really gettin' that street cash
Say old money, new work

Smell the caine on my new shirt
My old G said strap up and don't lay your head where you do dirt
And my momma said do school work

I was making that tool work
And ^!$$%s wanted me dead with a whole lot on my head
Man they hit Big in the passenger, hit Pac in the passenger

So I'm riding round with this Mac on me
And a bunch of shooters in back of us
Roll up and you a dead man

Head shot when we clapped with ya
We sendin' ^!$$%s to the mother land, and I ain't talkin' about 'erica


[Hook]

[Verse 3: T.I.]

Feel like it's me against the world
Bury me a g
My middle finger to the world

I'm gon' forever be a g
#~!!@ ^!$$% want a witness stay armed no Biggie
When we get busy no alarms just semis

We pour out a lil liquor throw it like straight ballers
We cradle to the grave ride when my homie call
Give a damn if you me West P

When somebody gotta die, we gon' march to the steps
They said Brenda had a baby but she left it in the alley
One shot that playa hater now we going back to Cali

Hit the time ^!$$% I got a story to tell
My ambition got me ready to die
And when we ride on no more paint we go hard as %#@!

Why you complaining and you wonder why we call you (*##$
It's an every day struggle ^!$$% me and my (*##$
It's unbelievable suicide I thought you would get

Said $#&@ me warning and the gun don't blast
Give me the .. sorry ^!$$% one more chain
You know this %#@! don't stop

Keep these sucker under pressue
Only god can judge me shawty I ain't mad at ya


[Bridge: T.I.]
Get your mind mad up, ^!$$% can't see me
A paid thug ^!$$%
Thats why shawty wanna be me
See a kid around around in your town kick in your door

I feel like Pac and Biggie love the dough, more than you know

[Hook]

[Outro: Diddy]

Ayo, how you gon' to compare yourself to greatness
If you aint ready to be great man
Aint no more to it