Now everybody from the 313
Put your muthafuckin’ hands up and follow me!
Everybody from the 313
Put your muthafuckin’ hands up!
Now while he tries to stand tough
Notice that this man did not have his hands up
This Free World’s got you gassed up
Now who’s afraid of the big bad wolf
1, 2, 3 and to the 4, 1 Pac , 2 Pac, 3 Pac, 4, 4 Pac, 3 Pac, 2 Pac, 1
You’re Pac, he’s Pac, yo’ Pac, none!
This guy ain’t no motherfuckin’ MC
I know everything he’s got to say against me
I am white, I am a fuckin bum, I do live in a trailer with my mom
My boy Future is an Uncle Tom
I do got a dumb friend named Cheddar Bob
Who shoots himself in the leg with his own gun
I did get jumped by all 6 of you chumps
And Wink did fuck my girl
I’m still standing here screamin’ fuck the free world!!
Don’t ever try to judge me dude
You don’t know what the fuck I’ve been through
But I know something about you
You went to Cranbrook that’s a private school
What’s the matter dawg? You embarrassed?
This guy’s a gangsta? His real name’s Clarence
And Clarence lives at home with both parents
And Clarence’s parents have a real good marriage
This guy don’t wanna battle, he shook
Cuz ain’t no such thang as half way crooks!
He’s scared to death
He’s scared to look in his fuckin’ yearbook, fuck Cranbrook!
Fuck the beat I go acapella
Fuck a Papa Doc, fuck a clock, fuck a trailer, fuck everybody
Fuck y’all if you doubt me
I’m a piece of fucking white trash, I say it proudly
And fuck this battle, I don’t wanna win, I’m outtie
Here, tell these people something they don’t know about me