Last Time You Seen - The Game, Scarface, Stacy Barthe

When the last time you seen 2Pac?

When the last time you seen 2Pac?

When the last time you seen 2Pac?

When the last time you seen 2Pac?

I know who killed Pac, nigga

The police know who killed Pac, nigga

Suge Knight know who killed Pac, nigga

He died at the car wash, the world heard the shots, nigga

Then they killed Biggie, he just came through to visit

Rampart division, Pirus ain’t had nothing to do with it

So many niggas in caskets, then turned ashes

Some get shot, some Hussein Fatal in car crashes

I think it’s a conspiracy theory, Illuminati

How Pac died and two months later they killed Kadafi

Then they killed Buntry Al and Heron, they getting sloppy

LAPD, these niggas worse than the Nazis

And Pac was only 25, thuggin' as a youngin'

Sitting shotgun, I wonder if he seen them shots coming

Guess it don’t matter, all the niggas buried, though

Wouldn’t have never happened if Suge kept it real with Harry-O

«The way I look at it is like this, even me man, coming up in that game, right.

I came up in that game, man, and I was blind to a lot of things.

And even though I came to jail for some bullshit, I believe that the karma had

a lot to do with that.

See that’s what happened with fat boy when he

disrespected me in the game.

But I was a good dude in a lot of ways to a lot of

people and so a lot of people that crossed me in different ways think they gon'

have karma.

So karma swings for me both ways, what you put out you get back.

You put out good shit, you gon' get good shit;

it may not always look like it

because sometimes there be obstacles in the between.

But I done learned 'cause

when I was on the street I used to go hard in the paint about different shit.

What I learned over the years though is, man, sometimes you ain’t gotta be the

judge, the jury or the situation 'cause karma gonna handle it’s business 'cause

it’s "

Late night down Sunset, liking the scene

On a tour bus in St. Paul, riding to win

Don’t know how it begin, every day was a new

When he was young, living life fast and rhyming his truth

And if crack had took a part of the homies family tree

The lil' nigga he was talking 'bout was probably me

And him to know my life story and we not even meet

When we did, it was like we’d known each other for dealing

When the last time I seen him?

He was playing his tape

That he would later title Makaveli the Great

Smile for me, yeah, it’s strictly for my niggas

Try to touch money, high on weed and liquor

Hoping God’ll forgive us, we been stuck here in the Matrix

Dead before you dishonor a nigga when he face him

Whatever shit you dealing with, you get you two Glocks

I guarantee that pussy shit’ll stop

When the last time you seen 2Pac?

When the last time you seen 2Pac?

When the last time you seen 2Pac?

When the last time you seen 2Pac?

When the last time you seen 2Pac?

Last time I seen him was in the mirror this morning

Riverside, motherfucker