Death Row East

Yeah, yeah, hold up

KD2 shit (Hit-Boy)

Ayy hold up, come on, whoa

Right back at this

Right back

Right back, hold up, whoa

High on life, drunk off dark liquor

Shit gettin’ eerie like I threw on Thriller

Bitch, I'm a hard hitter, Rolex clocks and killers

Holdin’ the order, I'm prayin’ God delivers

I had run-ins with Suge, niggas would've been shook

At the height of the beef, they started Death Row East

Damn, I even saw their tees on some of my Gs

Notorious label, the story was made in the streets

Now it’s real-life movies

Rest in peace, Ill Will

Let’s talk about it

We the smartest, not thе loudest, came up out the projеct houses

Where they resort to violence

Hennessy bottles on the curb, lil’ niggas tryna serve

Let’s talk about it

Back when Jungle told Pac: It's on, soon as we walk up out this

Picket signs, Outlawz outside the music hall

Bunch of ghetto superstars really down to lose it all

Both sides was thuggin'

But when you in my city, you know how we comin’

Animals in the field and most of ‘em clutchin’

When you livin’ this rugged, that come with repercussions, look

High on life, drunk off dark liquor

Shit gettin’ eerie like I threw on Thriller

Bitch, I'm a hard hitter, Rolex clocks and killers

Holdin’ the order, I'm prayin’ God delivers

I had run-ins with Suge, niggas would've been shook

At the height of the beef, they started Death Row East

Damn, I even saw their tees on some of my Gs

Notorious label, the story was made in the streets

History lessons

Keep it on record

Let’s talk about it

'Cause when you got a story real as mine, you can’t leave nothin’ out it

Let’s take you back to ‘96, diamonds and MAC 10’s

Lookin’ through a fresh lens

Everything I know now, wish I knew back then

Like it was only so much time left

Before Makaveli the Don left

Booked a flight, flying out West

We was tryna squash the whole shit in Vegas

No media to eat it up and leak it in the papers

Eric B, Big D, and 'Preme was affiliated

Peace to EDI, Napoleon, and all the innovators

We had respect before we was ever some entertainers

See Suge, he was a dangerous threat

MOB almost turned half of New York red

Brothers I grew up with threw up, they sets

Some even had them Death Row chains hang off their necks

There's a rumor that spread I’d like to address

Pac was never set up by Stretch (let it rest)

I stepped to him at Bryant Park, so we could speak direct

He didn’t disrespect, we planned to reconnect

I flew to Vegas to shoot the Street Dreams video and link with 2Pac

Tried to squash the East Coast, West Coast beef

We didn’t talk, but he was still alive in the hospital

And it rained that day in Vegas

Rest In Power

Chill out, chill out, yo

This is my nigga Nas and we both got one thing in common

We both represent Queens to the fullest, aight?

This brother was good enough to stop his show

And I want everybody in here, everybody stand up on their feet

First and foremost, please

At 7:03 PM New York time; 4:03 PM Vegas time

2Pac Shakur passed away, y'all

Give me a moment of silence