I've been waiting for a long time (how long) Real damn long time (how long) I've been waiting for a long time (how ya feel) Man I feel like Pac, I feel like Biggie I'm feeling like these hating niggas waiting to get me I'm losing my sleep, I'm losing my mind You know I go hard when it comes to mine I feel like Pac, Biggie, Pac, Biggie Sucka walk up on me, talking like he know me Ain't no co defendant do my dirt all by my lonely Down south nigga, talking jam pony Rest in Peace to Uncle Al he showed me my first Rollie Bitches want to know me, haters want to show me But I'm so vicious double m worth eighty tickets Cop just pulled me over, caught up in this thing Take my case to trial, my juror Paula Deen I know they hate a nigga but he's such a major nigga Tell the clip the .40 when C.I.A. with us 305 them killas, Ricky Ross the richest Bel- Air on my table, I talk it then I live it I feel like Pac, I feel like Biggie I'm feeling like these hating niggas waiting to get me I'm losing my sleep, I'm losing my mind You know I go hard when it comes to mine I feel like Pac, Biggie, Pac, Biggie All of you starve and I eat fast Moussain when I creep past Blacked out I max out with the same same watch on me chain We killing niggas no repass my momma got like 3 Jags You talkin' bout how you ball nigga we really gettin' that street cash Say old money, new work Smell the caine on my new shirt My old g said strap up and don't lay your head where you do dirt And my momma said do school work I was making that tool work And niggas wanted me dead with a whole lot on my head Man they hit Big in the passenger, hit Pac in the passenger So I'm riding round with this Mac on me And a bunch of shooters in back of us Roll up and you a dead man Head shot when we clapped ya We sellin' niggas to the murk em man, and I ain't talkin' bout Erica I feel like Pac, I feel like Biggie I'm feeling like these hating niggas waiting to get me I'm losing my sleep, I'm losing my mind You know I go hard when it comes to mine I feel like Pac, Biggie, Pac, Biggie Feel like it's me against the world Bury me a g My middle finger to the world I'm gon' forever be a g Pussy nigga want a witness stay armed no Biggie When we get busy no alarms just semis We pour out a lil liquor throw it like straight ballers We cradle to the grave ride when my homie call Give a damn if you me ? West P When somebody gotta die, we gon' march to the steps They said Brenda had a baby but she left it in the alley One shot that playa hater now we going back to Cali Hit the time nigga I got a story to tell My ambitions as a rider got me ready to die And when we ride on no more paint we go hard as shit Why you complaining and you wonder why we call you bitch It's an every day struggle nigga me and my bitch It's unbelievable suicide I thought you would get Said fuck me warning and the gun don't blast Give me the loot sorry nigga one more chance You know this shit don't stop Keep these sucker under pressure Only god can judge me shawty I ain't mad at ya Ya nigga can't see me A paid thug nigga That's why shawty wanna be me See a kid around around in your town kick in your door I feel like Pac and Biggie love the dough, more than you know I feel like Pac, I feel like Biggie I'm feeling like these hating niggas waiting to get me I'm losing my sleep, I'm losing my mind You know I go hard when it comes to mine I feel like Pac, Biggie, Pac, Biggie Ey yo, how you gon' compare yourself to greatness If you ain't ready to be great, man? Ain't no more to it