(feat. Tupac and Freddie Fo$%&^)

Fam Base

All my thugs say

[Verse 1: 2Pac]

Sick, Thicker than most of these tricks
I got my mind on makin money but you stuck on these fake (*##$es
I stay blunted, And never fronted and I doubt if I do

Cause if I do, Then I get beat up by my $#&@in crew
A real ^!$$%, Since you figure that you ready to box
You catchin knots from my ^!$$% Freddie Fo$%&^

And I, You really don't want none from Pac
Cause I'll be strapped wit a glock
And throw thangs like I'm born to box

I'll hit this mother$#&@in gin then I'll be all in
Hell yeah, Young ^!$$%z straight ballin
And everybody wants to see if I'm a g weighin 185

And I'm high 'til I $#&@in die
Thug life in this mother$#&@er catchin wreck
Big stretch hit me off when I hit the set

But now I'm full cause I'm tipsy and I filla
^!$$% tryin to see if I'm a killa
Cmon


[Chorus:]
If my pain don't speak my story, If these words don't speak my soul

If my struggle be the legacy, In this world if I let go
Is it the only thing that's constant is a change that's overdue?
If they fault me for my attitude, I'm just tryin to make it through


[Verse 2: Freddie Fo$%&^]
It's Bump Knucks from the underground still full of rage

Rhymes, I write 'em in blood, They spill through the page
I been on my lelow, Time is layin in the cut
Waitin for feds and snitches to move, ^!$$% what?

I'm a smooth ^!$$% but, I'm extra deadly
I'm 45 minutes of gangster medley's
I'm a crook, You the heart beat, Master the theft

Steal everything but air, I won't take ya breath
Y'all know, The 3 pound 7 cali revolve
Got a murder to solve, My heart was involved

I'm a thug ^!$$%, I still say $#&@ a label
$#&@ wit ray, And ^!$$% you will duck a table
Corrupt mob, ^!$$% we bounce from the jake's

Tryin to turn into key's, The ounces we take
I'm a lock men, Dimin, Rhymin godzilla
Wit the calico's @@#!ed, You $#&@in wit a killa


[Chorus]


[Verse 3: Benzino]
Don't you ever think for a minute I wasn't comin back
Makaveli would never be on a Shady track

How could you ever insinuate the inprobable?
The number 1 rapper alive? How is it possible?
Runnin through these industry ^!$$%z like I was Ray Lewis

Never scurred to press on the trigger because I been through it
Tryin to keep me from flyin, They gonna let you do it
Only thing that kept me from dyin is makin rap music

Tell me what you hidin for, Was it miami on memorial day?
Up in the all-star in La, Super bowl sunday
We up in houston where ^!$$%z like the gunplay

And everybody's shootin, I'm a universal hood ^!$$%, Me and Bumpy put it down
Wit Makaveli, These ^!$$%z wasn't even around
What's the difference between ya ^!$$%z and mine?

We was up in the studio wit the realist of all time

[Chorus]