Now everybody from the 313 Put your muthafuckin' hands up
and follow meEverybody from the 313 Put your muthafuckin'
hands upLook LookNow while he tries to stand toughNotice that
this man did not have his hands upThis free worlds got you
gassed upNow who's afraid of the big bad wolf1, 2, 3 and to
the 41 Pac , 2 Pac, 3 Pac, 44 Pac, 3 Pac, 2 Pac, 1You're
Pac, He's Pac, No Pac, None!This guy aint no muthafuckin
MCI know everything he's got to say against meI am whiteI
am a fuckin bumI do live in a trailer with my momMy boy Future
is an Uncle TomI do got a dumb friend named Cheddar Bob Who
shoots himself in the leg with his own gunI did get jumped by
all 6 of you chumpsAnd Wink did fuck my girlI'm still
standin here screamin fuck tha free world!!Don't ever try
to judge me dude You don't know what the fuck i've
been throughBut i know something about youYou went to Cranbrook
that's a private schoolWhat's the matter dawg? You
embarrassed?This guy's a gangsta but his real name's
ClarenceAnd Clarence lives at home with both parentsAnd
Clarence's parents have a real good marriageThis guy
don't wanna battle he shookKoz there aint no such thang as
HALF WAY CROOKS!!He's scared to deathHe's scared to
look in his fuckin yearbook fuck CranbrookFuck the beat i go
acapellaFuck a Papa Doc, fuck a clock, fuck a trailer, fuck
everybodyFuck y'all if you doubt meI'm a piece of
fucking white trash, i say it proudly And fuck this battle I
don't wanna win I'm outtyHere tell these people sumin
they dont know about me
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