The Game, Stacy Barthe, Scarface - Last Time You Seen lyrics
[The Game, Stacy Barthe, Scarface - Last Time You Seen lyrics]
When the last time you seen 2Pac?
When the last time you seen 2Pac?
When the last time you seen 2Pac?
When the last time you seen 2Pac?
I know who killed Pac, nigga
The police know who killed Pac, nigga
Suge Knight know who killed Pac, nigga
He died at the car wash
The world heard the shots
Nigga
Then they killed Biggie
He just came through to visit
Rampart division
Pirus ain't had nothing to do with it
So many niggas in caskets, then turned ashes
Some get shot
Some Hussein Fatal in car crashes
I think it's a conspiracy theory, Illuminati
How Pac died and two months
Later they killed Kadafi
Then they killed Buntry Al and Heron
They getting sloppy
LAPD, these niggas worse than the Nazis
And Pac was only 25, thuggin' as a youngin'
Sitting shotgun
I wonder if he seen them shots coming
Guess it don't matter, all
The niggas buried
Though
Wouldn't have never happened if Suge
Kept it real with Harry-O
The way I look at it is like this
Even me man, coming up in that game
Right
I came up in that game, man
And I was blind to a lot of things
And even though I came to
Jail for some bullshit
I believe that the karma had a
Lot to do with that
See that's what happened with Fat Boy when
He disrespected me in the game
But I was a good dude in a lot
Of ways to a lot of people and
So a lot of people that crossed me in
Different ways think they gon' have karma
So karma swings for me both ways
What you put out you get back
You put out good shit
You gon' get good shit; it
May not always look like
It because sometimes there be
Obstacles in the between
But I dun learned cause when I
Was on the street I
Used to go hard in the
Paint about different shit
What I learned over the years though is, man
Sometimes you ain't gotta be the judge
The jury or the situation cause karma
Gonna handle it’s business cause it’s
(fair)
Late night down Sunset, liking the scene
On a tour bus in St. Paul, riding to win
Don't know how it begin, every day was a new
When he was young
Living life fast and rhyming his truth
And if crack had took a part
Of the homies family tree
The lil' nigga he was talking
'bout was probably me
And him to know my life story
And we not even meet
When we did
It was like we'd known
Each other for dealing
When the last time I seen him
He was playing his tape
And he would lay the title Makaveli the Great
Smile for me, yeah
It's strictly for my niggas
Try to touch money, high on weed and liquor
Hoping God'll forgive us
We been stuck here in the Matrix
Dead before you dishonor a nigga
When he face him
Whatever shit you dealing with
You get you two Glocks
I guarantee that pussy shit'll stop
When the last time you seen 2Pac?
When the last time you seen 2Pac?
When the last time you seen 2Pac?
When the last time you seen 2Pac?
When the last time you seen 2Pac?
Last time I seen him was
In the mirror this morning
Riverside, motherfucker
When the last time you seen 2Pac?
When the last time you seen 2Pac?
When the last time you seen 2Pac?
I know who killed Pac, nigga
The police know who killed Pac, nigga
Suge Knight know who killed Pac, nigga
He died at the car wash
The world heard the shots
Nigga
Then they killed Biggie
He just came through to visit
Rampart division
Pirus ain't had nothing to do with it
So many niggas in caskets, then turned ashes
Some get shot
Some Hussein Fatal in car crashes
I think it's a conspiracy theory, Illuminati
How Pac died and two months
Later they killed Kadafi
Then they killed Buntry Al and Heron
They getting sloppy
LAPD, these niggas worse than the Nazis
And Pac was only 25, thuggin' as a youngin'
Sitting shotgun
I wonder if he seen them shots coming
Guess it don't matter, all
The niggas buried
Though
Wouldn't have never happened if Suge
Kept it real with Harry-O
The way I look at it is like this
Even me man, coming up in that game
Right
I came up in that game, man
And I was blind to a lot of things
And even though I came to
Jail for some bullshit
I believe that the karma had a
Lot to do with that
See that's what happened with Fat Boy when
He disrespected me in the game
But I was a good dude in a lot
Of ways to a lot of people and
So a lot of people that crossed me in
Different ways think they gon' have karma
So karma swings for me both ways
What you put out you get back
You put out good shit
You gon' get good shit; it
May not always look like
It because sometimes there be
Obstacles in the between
But I dun learned cause when I
Was on the street I
Used to go hard in the
Paint about different shit
What I learned over the years though is, man
Sometimes you ain't gotta be the judge
The jury or the situation cause karma
Gonna handle it’s business cause it’s
(fair)
Late night down Sunset, liking the scene
On a tour bus in St. Paul, riding to win
Don't know how it begin, every day was a new
When he was young
Living life fast and rhyming his truth
And if crack had took a part
Of the homies family tree
The lil' nigga he was talking
'bout was probably me
And him to know my life story
And we not even meet
When we did
It was like we'd known
Each other for dealing
When the last time I seen him
He was playing his tape
And he would lay the title Makaveli the Great
Smile for me, yeah
It's strictly for my niggas
Try to touch money, high on weed and liquor
Hoping God'll forgive us
We been stuck here in the Matrix
Dead before you dishonor a nigga
When he face him
Whatever shit you dealing with
You get you two Glocks
I guarantee that pussy shit'll stop
When the last time you seen 2Pac?
When the last time you seen 2Pac?
When the last time you seen 2Pac?
When the last time you seen 2Pac?
When the last time you seen 2Pac?
Last time I seen him was
In the mirror this morning
Riverside, motherfucker