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  1. R.I.P

  2. "How many brothers fell victim to the streets
    Rest in peace young nigga, there's a heaven for a G
    Be a lie, if I told ya that I never thought of death
    My nigga, we the last ones left
    Life goes on"
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  4. Listen close, as life turns its pages
    Makaveli here, kickin' rhymes for the ages
    Seen things in stages, wise words spoken by sages
    From SkyTel to BlackBerry pages
    Your crew don't phase us, we'll make you bustas pay us
    Run up in your spot like CJ from San Andreas

    I wrote this song a long time ago
    A real long time ago
    Feel me!
    I wrote this song a long time ago
    It was the dopest song I ever wrote... in '94

    What can a {nigga} do when half the people voted for George W.
    It's a bitch, {fuck} George W. -- can't be true --
    I wanna choke him, because he's a snitch
    I'm talking about George W. Smith
    From city council, he ran in '93
    Out in Oakland, you probably didn't hear about him

    I wrote this song a long time ago
    A real long time ago
    Way before Slim Shady was in demand
    Way before we dropped baloney on Afghanistan
    I wrote this song in '94

    How am I doin' this?
    Look around the club, see everyone in the place
    Showing 'Pac love got a smile on my face
    The girl in the miniskirt has bad taste
    Because her shirt don't match
    And there's a puddin' stain on the back
    What the {fuck} is that?
    It might be doo-doo

    And you in the back, you ain't {shit}
    You bought a gin and tonic but you didn't even tip
    And if you hit the table one more time then the record might skip
    Might skip... I told you, stop hittin' the table

    Tupac Shakur
    I wrote this rhyme in 1994
    I'm not alive!
    Thug life!
    Dave Chappelle, that ain't your wife
    A married man, you've got two kids
    Go home!

    I wrote this song a long time ago
    A real long time ago
    Way before Beanie Sigel had to do a bid
    Way before Dave Chappelle had two kids
    No friends, and no future

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