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comment or rate (Tupac talking) Shit, I'm a changed man Me and Big motherfucking Syke Ay, turn the lights out Big baller 2Pac up in this bitch Y'know how we swing this shit, look (Niggaz fucking with a changed man) (Verse One: Tupac) By age sixteen I sold to dope fiends Not yet a drug dealer, but I watched them closely Until they noticed me I got the feds wondering who broke the law Far too inhibited for gun smoke, I broke his jaw Words harder than a fucking diamond Mobile phone call to Simon, niggas tripping homey, when we riding? Fuck them slowly like Jodeci And stick a needle in my eye if I don't live and die for M.O.B. And fuck your homeboys nigga we can drop the guns I'll hit your block and we can box for fun Nigga one on one, last to fall is a balling cat It's Death Row, why the fuck you think we call it that? So if you knew me in my past life Don't act like we homeboys, ain't no love in the fast life I switch gears on them jealous bitches, who do you fear? The game plan of a changed man, so what I'm saying is (Chorus x2: Nate Dogg) Now you can ride with me, live and die with me (Changed man) But no one understands, the ways of a changed man (Changed man) (Verse Two: Big Syke) Million dollar plots Birds and flocks is how I wanna live It's hard to change after living so negative What I give back is Mac's and packs and facts And ever lasting game watch your back and stacks Young macks stay the loc'est and keep the focus Don't get ground to bow down nigga soak this, game From a criminal element stay wide open Bud smoking nigga trip, get to gat smoking But keep hoping and praying, laying the foundation Watch thieves, fake G's and perpetration Imitation is lethal, stay true to the one's you love Put slug's in these wanna be thugs In these ?? bud and alcohol You make emergency call, to a down fall After all they got Pen's for us, and our future kids All the things I did, where's my cig's? (Chorus: x2) (Verse Three: Tupac) A nigga so cold when I flow, bow down to Death Row Three wheel motion, coming through coasting Who's that nigga in the G-ride screaming out M.O.B, nigga we ride I hit the charts like a stick-up kid Number one in the nation I fucked the world, the Judge gave me probation Faced with incarceration Move tapes like it's big weight, slanging to the whole nation Gimmie mine, or I'm blasting on every song Murder my enemies, I'm mashing until I'm gone One love to my thug niggas And fuck a bitch, cause a true sister love niggas Throw yo' hands in the air, close your eyes and hope Never come against the mass of smoke, on Death Row My adversaries bleed But fuck 'em all 'til the talk cease, fucking with a changed man