Guess Who's Back

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 bass line'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 benefits, 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 deaf
 I catch wreck 'til 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' hits, 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 you got a black face, it's a rat race
 I struggle to be rugged and raw, Dukes
 Tryin' to survive in the trials and lawsuits
 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 'nough hits
 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"
 Yes I'm back, 'cause I never did front