2Pac - Guess Who's Back lyrics
[2Pac - Guess Who's Back lyrics]
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 bassline'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 benefit's, 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 def
I catch wreck till 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' hit's
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 ya got a black face, it's a rat race
I struggle to be rugged and raw, Dukes
Tryin' to survive in the trials and lawsuit's
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 'nuff hit's
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, 'cause I never did front"
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 bassline'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 benefit's, 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 def
I catch wreck till 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' hit's
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 ya got a black face, it's a rat race
I struggle to be rugged and raw, Dukes
Tryin' to survive in the trials and lawsuit's
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 'nuff hit's
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, 'cause I never did front"