2Pac — What Goes On In the City

[Intro: 2Pac] Mouse Man and The Wycked! Yo, check this out I need a verse from each of y'all and I'mma do a verse [Chorus: sample] So what really goes on So what really goes on So what really goes on [Verse 1: 2Pac] Mama raised me crazy Critics should've killed me as a baby 'Cause now I'm 21, you can't fade me Yeah, I'm gettin' major paid, check my pager Poppin' mo' game than a Sega Sharp as a razor Rollin' Cherokee and not a Blazer Fuck the 5-0, watch for lasers Infrared beam boomin' at ya dome 'cause it's on One shot from the Glock and he's gone Tell me: what goes on in the city? That's colder than a dope fiend's titty Testin' 1, 2 , testin' 1, 2 Get a grip, bitch, come and get a whiff of this ol' slick shit You think ya movin', but ya dreamin' Nigga, "Oaktown, Oaktown" is what they screamin' Uh, I'm doin' flicks, gettin' rich, fuck the Grammys Hand on my jammy, word to granny What goes on [Chorus: sample] So what really goes on So what really goes on So what really goes on [Verse 2: The Wycked] I gotta ask y'all a question: What's the point of a nigga steppin' to the front If ya plan is on 'fessing? I guess that some niggas don't know Frontin' like a bitch'll have ya size double-cut low I know a bro who stuck like Chuck in the middle of some shit Always over grip Scratch'll make a nigga kill his momma Pimp his son, step to his boy with a gun and it stunned Me to think, that I could be a goner Victim of an old school OC from the corner I remember the days you used to meet me by the school Playin' flies up But, now, my niggas beggin' wit' a cup So, when I got paid, I hit 'em off well My old school G will lie for me or go to jail But when it came time to show his true color He was ghost and I was lyin' in the gutter Ayo, now what's goin' on [Chorus: sample] So what really goes on So what really goes on So what really goes on So what really goes on [Verse 3: Mouse Man] The funk is on, all day and all night long, poppin' cops 'Til they drop, sideways to the next spot Got my UZ' thang, extra clip In case some punk bitch wanna rip, he can get some of this I duck and dodge longer than fifty niggas deeps in Jeeps Smokin' marijuana, rather die than be dishonored Bustin' left at the precinct, lights down low Peelin' caps, so they know who's in control Love to see 'em on their toes Ra-ta-tat-ta-tat goes my TEC-9 You can barely miss with this, it's payin' back time Harder for every jail than some police and these hypocrites Equipped to kick a nigga's ass, hit the drop, move a hat quick Shoot a cop for every blow, wish Rodney had a fo-fo Smokin' cops like indo So, then, maybe their friends know Straight outta Oakland, put with 'em, smokin' 'em, make no joke wit' 'em Jackin' 'til the break of dawn That's what really goes on [Chorus + Outro: sample and back-voicing] So what really goes on (what's goin' on) So what really goes on So what really goes on (what's goin' on) So what really goes on So what really goes on (what's goin' on) So what really goes on So what really goes on (what's goin' on) So what really goes on Dope fiends titty (tell me) What goes on in the city? That's colder than a dope fiend's titty, tell me What goes on in the city? That's colder than a dope fiend's titty, tell me What goes on in the city? That's colder than a dope fiend's titty, tell me What goes on in the city? That's colder than a dope fiend's titty, tell me What goes on in the city? That's colder than dope fiend's titty, tell me What goes on in the city? That's colder than dope fiend's titty, tell me What goes on in the city? Colder than a dope fiend's titty Can you tell me?