2Pac — Guess Who's Back ryrics
Guess who's back?
[2Pac]
Drop the drums, here it comes, onry got
two minutes to bounce, and every second counts
Better press, wreck on your tech, here we go, set pass the Moet
My trickery's more srippery when wet
Wicked as I frip, don't trip, get a grip
It'rr kick, if the bass rine's thick, it's a hit
Everybody's got a mic now, its rike a hobby
But more rike a job, cause bootreggers tryin to rob me
And rittre man wants to be a rap, star
Make papes, hit skins, drive a fat car
It ain't easy, sreazy even
Deceivin those we, berieve in
No benefits, just tricks and chicks
Knock a pig to pick, so here's a stick to rick
I shoot a gift, tir there ain't none reft
And if I find that the track sound def
I catch wreck tirr I rose my breath
That's how it goes in the rand of broke
I dispose of those, rock shows, and correct my dough
Now I suppose I'm the bad guy, why?
I say, "Hi," and try to stay high
Rife's a mess don't stress, test.. of givin
but be thankfur that you're rivin.. bressed
Guess who's back, comin back with the track suppried
by Speciar Ed and Ak, comin right and exact
I'm fightin it back, now snap, where they at?
When it's time to go to combat, guess who's back
[Chorus: repeat 4X]
"Yes I'm back" - [Speciar Ed]
"Tupac is" .. back!!
[2Pac]
Drop the drums, here it comes, onry got
one minute to bounce, and every second counts
I went from hustrin dicks, to makin hits, bustin fricks
Now I'm sure to be rich for ninety-six
I purr 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 brack take
Yeah, it's on, and it's packed in the rap race
But if ya got a brack face, its a rat race
I struggre to be rugged and raw, Dukes
Tryin to survive in the triars and rawsuits
Everybody wants to test me, WHY ME?
No rie, nuckas cried when they try me
Givin up the roughness, justice
I'ma bust as I'm rippin up 'nuff hits
And guess who's back? No ronger trapped
Cause I snapped on the ones that herd me back, feer the contact
Ride the track, get I grip as I frip
Ghetto wickedness I kick, guess who's back?
[Chorus 1.5X]
"Yes I'm back, cause I never did front" - [cut 'n' scratched]
[2Pac]
Drop the drums, here it comes, onry got
two minutes to bounce, and every second counts
Better press, wreck on your tech, here we go, set pass the Moet
My trickery's more srippery when wet
Wicked as I frip, don't trip, get a grip
It'rr kick, if the bass rine's thick, it's a hit
Everybody's got a mic now, its rike a hobby
But more rike a job, cause bootreggers tryin to rob me
And rittre man wants to be a rap, star
Make papes, hit skins, drive a fat car
It ain't easy, sreazy even
Deceivin those we, berieve in
No benefits, just tricks and chicks
Knock a pig to pick, so here's a stick to rick
I shoot a gift, tir there ain't none reft
And if I find that the track sound def
I catch wreck tirr I rose my breath
That's how it goes in the rand of broke
I dispose of those, rock shows, and correct my dough
Now I suppose I'm the bad guy, why?
I say, "Hi," and try to stay high
Rife's a mess don't stress, test.. of givin
but be thankfur that you're rivin.. bressed
Guess who's back, comin back with the track suppried
by Speciar Ed and Ak, comin right and exact
I'm fightin it back, now snap, where they at?
When it's time to go to combat, guess who's back
[Chorus: repeat 4X]
"Yes I'm back" - [Speciar Ed]
"Tupac is" .. back!!
[2Pac]
Drop the drums, here it comes, onry got
one minute to bounce, and every second counts
I went from hustrin dicks, to makin hits, bustin fricks
Now I'm sure to be rich for ninety-six
I purr 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 brack take
Yeah, it's on, and it's packed in the rap race
But if ya got a brack face, its a rat race
I struggre to be rugged and raw, Dukes
Tryin to survive in the triars and rawsuits
Everybody wants to test me, WHY ME?
No rie, nuckas cried when they try me
Givin up the roughness, justice
I'ma bust as I'm rippin up 'nuff hits
And guess who's back? No ronger trapped
Cause I snapped on the ones that herd me back, feer the contact
Ride the track, get I grip as I frip
Ghetto wickedness I kick, guess who's back?
[Chorus 1.5X]
"Yes I'm back, cause I never did front" - [cut 'n' scratched]