[Intro: The Game]
Makaveli lives on
Tupac is by far the greatest MC of all time
Im going to tha bank on that
An this that exclusive Drama King Shit
You aint got this on your fuckin mixtape.(ha!)

[Tupac:]
Sometimes its hard to wake up in tha morning
Mind full of demons I dont wanna hear em anymore
Got me heartbroken,fine, so many babies screaming
Cause they seeing destruction before they a see human being (drama king, king)
So they start smoking weed, we'll never get our day
Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shape
Cause they all broke. and why do ghetto birds die
Before we learn to fly, some bodies else's child caught in guns
Smoking weed, can all make a change
So I'm told, but I haven't seen the change unfold,
I keep hoping please, if you prefer to breathe,
Communities in need of people that will lead
Keep your eyes open, I can only say I'll try
Until the day I die, I promise to be wise
With my heart open, greed, brings only misery
A way to tragedy, so I stay sucker free
Only a few chosen, rise (rise)
My ghetto queen, rise (rise)
Don't be afraid to try (try)
Too many of us died to the door to open wide
My brother be wise, stay focused on the prize
Though everybody dies
We can...
We continue growin
One day at a time [x4]

[The Game:]
One day at a time [x4]

Money over bitches is my motto, in the streets im known for
Catchin hollows, packin pistols, and drinkin velvy, and grey goose out the bottle
No role models, only killa's, and feens
Witness my niggas strapped whit gats, and army fatigue
If its murder you wrote it
If im lying, let tha government sell
Quote it, and note it, Im stricly a rap poet
Baptised by my own tears, Just as one of my own peers
Im a product of my Childhood years
My mother told my im hopeless
My pops wasn't around
One of tha reason's why im clutchin tha pound
California dreamin
Chronic smoke out tha bema
One hand on my niina, schemin
Got these hoocie bitches screamin
They know that Im'a celebrity
Keep tha cock killa's in my clip, an watch my back
Is what my nigga's keep tellin me
21 years old, no felonies
So i ride with tha desert , and pay homeage to tha hardest rap legend
And We continue growin (pac&game)

[Tupac:]
One day at a time [x4]

[Game:]
One day at a time [x4]

If i die 2night, bury me a G, amongst rap legends
Cuz I spit bullets, and rhymes, 16 and 9's
I keep a vest, and a weapon
My baby momma got me stressin'
Prayin on my knees every night , Askin god if there a heaven
So here is my confession, to my newborn child
If 5 shots couldn't drop me, but I ain't take em and smile
I lost alot of my nigga'z to gang banging and buidness
Fore finger on the trigger, dawg im live a life of a sinner
These muthafucka's wanna see me do a life in tha pen
Im an outlaw and the WE$T COA$T is ridin again
My competition is none, im on a mission with guns
Starin death in tha eyes, 20 nigga's deep when we ride
My enemy's is bitches, for plottin on my riches
Can't walk in tha streets, without the paparazzi taken pictures
Label me a made nigga, all tha way from Compton to Boston
These niggas keep talkin, I leave em dead in the coffin

And we continue on...
One day at a time [x6]