That old fashioned word, it`s a word called love
Called love, called love, hung up, hung up

This must be the way the ni**a `Pac felt
When he made `Me against the world`, `All eyez on me`
Y`all ni**az got me feelin` like all eyes on me
Me against the world

Y`all got me on my s**t
Thought ni**az would appreciate what I did to this game
Bein` that, I`m flesh of your flesh, blood of your blood
Come from the same `hood you come from

We share basically the same stories
Thought ni**az would appreciate what I came and did
Since `96, every year somethin` must be
Seriously wrong with the world, I know y`all ain`t hatin`

Some people hate
Some people hate
Some people hate
I think they`ve lost their minds, I`m hung up

Raw, rough and rugged, when address in the mass public
My attitude is f**k it, `cause motherf**kers love it
Got a chip on my shoulder, the size of the Golden Nugget in Vegas
An` f**k bein` famous, I came to get the butters

I came from the gutter, my success in this game
Is sorta like `Projectic Justice`, a payment for brushes
With police officers, a peace offerin` from the Gods
For the streets I was tossed in, `til I`m deceased in a coffin

I`ma be a beast on these beats, releasin` early and often
Please, your disdain for the brothers ain`t gon` change the numbers
It`s the strengthenin` of chain among us
Please, we ain`t afraid of none of ya`s, who want it with us?
Ain`t nuttin` changed since the `96 summers, c`mon

Some people hate
Some people hate
Some people hate
I think they`ve lost their minds, I`m hung up

They say success breeds envy
I guess it`s just the penalty of leadership
I guess I`m what ni**az wanna be an` s**t
Or ni**az just bored, wanna be in s**t, `fore they get to rappin`
Start believin` it, think they Ali an` s**t

I roll with the punches, so I survive
I bob and weave, move my feet from side to side
I`m back, stronger than ever, surprise, surprise
They try to take me out the game, but I`s alive

It`s like a old Negro spiritual, I mastered Tobey
With a splash of Monster Kody, shoot faster than Kobe, ni**a
You bastards know me, the one an` only
Big homie from the Roc, I think you pastors lonely

You need Jesus in your life
It`s either that or y`all gon` make me put
The double Desert Eagles in your life, ni**a

Some people hate
Some people hate
Some people kill their brothers
I think they`ve lost their minds, I`m hung up

Au contraire, ni**a, I am here `cause I earned this s**t
By ridin` out, when ni**az had learner`s permit
We bring the knives out or we let them burner`s spit
I bring them pies out if ni**az wanna burn the strip

Bring your rides out, bring your buggy eyes out
Turn your six, I laid back in the Mayback
Ni**a, this the payback, I know you bitch ni**az, from way back
Ni**az wanna clown but the pound it don`t play that
Get yourself found, drowned, where the lake at

Run up on `em notoriously
And then we comin` where your wake at
Eight maniac cats strapped with gats
You can hate that, face facts, fake rap cats
Can`t take back what I took back to the Brook, look

Some people hate
Some people hate
Some people kill their brothers
I think they`ve lost their minds an` I`m hung up