Guess Who's Back

Guess who's back?

Drop the drums, here it comes, only got

Two minutes to bounce, and every second counts

Better press REC on your deck

Here we go, set? Pass the Moët

My trickery's more slippery when wet

Wicked as I flip, don't trip, get a grip

It'll kick, if the bass line's thick, it's a hit

Everybody's got a mic now, it's like a hobby

But more like a job, 'cause bootleggers tryin' to rob me

And little man wants to be a rap, star

Make papes, hit skins, drive a fat car

It ain't easy, sleazy even

Deceivin' those we believe in

No benefits, just tricks and chicks

Knock a pig to pick, so here's a stick to lick

I shoot a gift, 'til there ain't none left

And if I find that the track sound deaf

I catch wreck 'til I lose my breath

That's how it goes in the land of broke

I dispose of those, rock shows, and collect my dough

Now I suppose I'm the bad guy, why?

I say, "Hi," and try to stay high

Life's a mess don't stress, test

Of givin' but be thankful that you're livin', blessed

Guess who's back, comin' back with the track supplied

By Special Ed and Ak, comin' right and exact

I'm fightin' it back but now I snap, where they at?

When it's time to go to combat, guess who's back

"Yes I'm back"

"2Pac is" (back)

"Yes I'm back"

"2Pac is" (back)

"Yes I'm back"

"2Pac is" (back)

"Yes I'm back"

"2Pac is" (back)

Drop the drums, here it comes, only got

One minute to bounce, and every second counts

I went from hustlin' dicks to makin' hits, bustin' flicks

Now I'm sure to be rich for ninety-six

I pull my 'capes on tapes, and make papes

Trace the bass, to the tape with the baddest bass to date

I try to shake it but the pace is hard to break

Good thoughts I wait, 'cause they hate my black tape

Yeah, it's on, and it's packed in the rap race

But if you got a black face, it's a rat race

I struggle to be rugged and raw, Dukes

Tryin' to survive in the trials and lawsuits

Everybody wants to test me, why me?

No lie, niggas cried when they try me

Givin' up the roughness, justice

I'ma bust as I'm rippin up 'nough hits

And guess who's back? No longer trapped

'Cause I snapped on the ones that held me back, feel the contact

Ride the track, get a grip as I flip

Ghetto wickedness I kick, guess who's back?

"Yes I'm back"

"2Pac is" (back)

"Yes I'm back"

"2Pac is" (back)

"Yes I'm back"

"2Pac is" (back)

"Yes I'm back"

"2Pac is" (back)

"Yes I'm back"

"2Pac is" (back)

"Yes I'm back"

"2Pac is" (back)

"Yes I'm back"

Yes I'm back, 'cause I never did front