{Obie Trice}
Ha ha, yeah


{Tupac}
^!$$% $#&@ that Gin and Juice (Hennessy)


Just Pour a ^!$$% a glass

Hennessy, that dark %#@! (That's right)


{Obie Trice}
Hey pour me some of that too baby


[Chorus: Tupac/Obie Trice]
They wanna know who's my role model

It's in the brown bottle (Yo what's our mother$#&@ing motto ^!$$%?)
Hennessy


They wanna know who's my role model
It's in the brown bottle (You know our mother$#&@ing motto)
Hennessy


{Tupac}
Ha ha ha ha, Y'all ^!$$%z can't $#&@ with this whole thug %#@! (Hennessy)


{Obie Trice}
That's what your sippin on

Now what's you name ^!$$%?

{Tupac}

Big ballin $$# ^!$$% named Pac

[Verse 1: Tupac]

Now I was born in the gutter facing life or death
I was a thug ever since my momma gave me breath
These mother$#&@az wanna see me die

So who am I to try to warn ‘em, I'll buck and bomb ‘em, them ^!$$%s fry
Hey remember me? Down that Hennessy
The ^!$$% you don't wanna see, let me proceed

My definition of some thug %#@!, y'all don't hear me?
Now that it's poppin aint no love (*##$
I maintain in the game, in the gutter is where I still kick it

I'm tryin to hustle up a meal ticket
I'm still wicked in my ways, a hustler till my dying days
Aint nothin wrong with gettin paid

So ^!$$% blaze, cuz we some mother$#&@in fools
Walkin through the streets wearing jewels
Breakin ^!$$%z, fakin moves

Even the cops can't stop us
My enemies flip when the see me drink a fifth of that Hennessy


[Chorus: Tupac/Obie Trice]
They wanna know who's my role model
It's in the brown bottle (Yo what's our mother$#&@ing motto ^!$$%?)

Hennessy

They wanna know who's my role model

It's in the brown bottle (You know our mother$#&@ing motto)
Hennessy


{Tupac}
Ha ha ha, Y'all ^!$$%z can't $#&@ with this whole thug %#@! (Hennessy)


{Obie Trice}
That's what I'm sippin on
Now let me tell ‘em who I be


{Tupac}
Big ballin $$# ^!$$% named Trice


[Verse 2: Obie Trice]
Now I was born in Detroit on the side that's west

Troubled child, commin up I had to ride I guess
Tried to apply myself, but ^!$$%s was ballin
My momma couldn't tell me %#@!, the streets was callin

I was often involved with ^!$$%z breakin the law
I look back Pac ^!$$%, we was bankin off raw
P Funk, got it pumpin, he had the connects
Through the sack to us little ^!$$%z workin the set
And if you got it you getting wet, ^!$$% bet on that

Don't come around hurr on that floss %#@!
Detroit ^!$$%z off %#@!
(Robbin ^!$$%z in the door ways) That's right
(With my 4-4, that's the sure way)
And this your old days, all eyez on me

We was loony I suppose you could (die homie)
O Trice always repped his block
Pass the Hen' and that Ice, I'm on a track with Pac ^!$$%