2Pac - Cypher 3

[Verse 1: DJ Chop Up as 2Pac]
We going all out, ball out, call out
Any motherfuckers wanna come at Pac? fall out
The motherfuckin problem nigga
It's Batman come to save Gotham nigga
Now ya rollin with the best, vest on my chest
So which motherfuckers wanna test
My brother Chop Up's on the ones and twos
(what what what the fuck the fuck you wan' do?)
They said I die, die, died slow?
Ha, ha, ha, no!
Still the king, look for me, lost in the whirlwind
'Sixteen Chop & Pac till the world ends
Thug livin from the westside, the westside
Motherfuckers it's the best side
I'm back do ye feel me? till they kill me
Holla if you hear me!

[Verse 2: Inspectah Deck]
I throw your brain in the cobra clutch, behold the rush
A dazzling display if you could get close enough
Cold Crush like the 4 stinger anaconda
Fierce darts that'll pierce through solid armor
Lounge in the barracks with Blue and Cappadonna
Spiderman identity Peter Parker
Crowd pleaser register off the meter
Vocal street sweeper bucks shots through the speaker
Pleasure seekers, 50 thou' in the stands
True fans get it hot like Jamaica sands
Conquer land, wide like a eagle wingspan
Clansman stabbin the track with both hands
Not a lost soul who falls for fool's gold
I shine like a diamond in the true state of cold
Too hot to handle, too cold to hold
Rap with a road block, I might lose control
Hold the globe in my iron palm
One hand holds the firearm on a mission that's life long
Strike calm through the fire like Chaka Khan
World wide on the web without the dot com

[Verse 3: Vinnie Paz]
See I always have respect cause I always talk fact
The .38 and the 50 caliber hot, black
I always left with nothing but I always brought back
I always been a hustler, I probably go off that
Y’all don’t wanna go to work with the boy
There’s only two words that describe me: search and destroy
I don’t think you wanna get murked by the boy
My shit is military, y’alls is like a nursery toy
It’s hurting you boys
My team ain’t even hungry, we famished
I murder everybody, fuck collateral damage
I’m animal savage with Hannibal’s habits
I’ll mangle your cabbage
I walked into the parish and I strangled the faggots
I hang with the baddest brothers, put their trust into Jesus
Run with brothers who’s forty guzzlers, Islamic extremists
Ugly and ignorant is how they perceive us
I don’t care, I’m trying to deal with my personal demons

[Verse 4: Daz]

[Verse 5: Tech N9ne]
Tech's in the place, everybody get mainy
Punks better cuff your lady, can't nobody tame me
Blame me, for keepin' her runny eyed rainy
Ladies used to hate me, now they comin' out they panties
Girls on the jock (Check), pocket full of socks (Check)
Got a fat knot (Check), somethin' gone squat (Yeah)
Down, puttin' it down, down for the block?
Tryin' to be hot, but you flop
Wanna be shot to the top but you not
DWAMN!
I ain't never seen so much green
Than when I seen when my team hit the scene
It must be a dream, hit the stage, everybody holler
Gettin' throwed, rippin' shows for a bigger dollar
Father, I don’t wanna leave nobody toothless
Cause they greedy in the middle of what I do best
You finna' to see me in the TV with a few guest
We bout to bubble baby, get your waterproof vest