All Eyez on Me Page #9

you wanna drop?

- Hell motherfuckin' yeah!

- All right.

Is this motherfuckin'

camera rolling?

This sh*t on?

Let everybody out there know,

all you motherfuckers

that thought

you was gonna bury me,

thought you was

gonna silence me,

let you motherfuckers know,

I'm back!

Welcome to Death Row.

California love

In the city of LA

In the city of good o!' Watts

In the city, the city of Compton

We keep it rockin'

Welcome to Death Row.

Hope this is enough

to start your day off.

- Don't believe it, I'm here!

- Believe that.

On that note,

Suge sends his regards.

Yeah!

That's right?

Yeah. It looks good on you,

it looks good on you.

- Take this with you.

Certainly!

- What we doin'?

- We out!

Yeah! Sh*t'

Oh, sh*t!

Doctor motherf***er Dre!

What up, Pac?

Whassup, nigga?

Ever since honeys

was wearing Sassoon

Now it's '95 and they dock me

and watch me

Diamonds shining

Looking like I robbed Liberate

It's all good, from Diego

to the Bay

Your city is the bomb

if your city making pay

Throw up a finger if you feel

the same way

Dre putting it down

for Californ-i-a

- California knows how to party

California knows how to party

- California knows how to party

- West Coast

Whenever you're ready, Pac.

Shake it, shake it, baby...

Right after the hook.

Shake it, shake it,

shake it, Cali

Out on bail, fresh out of jail

California dreaming

Soon as I step on the scene

I'm hearing hoochies screaming

Fiending for money and alcohol

The fife of a Westside player

Where cowards die

and the strong ball

Only in Cali where we riot

Not rally to live and die

In LA we wearing

Chucks not Ballys

Yeah, that's right

Dressed in Loos and Khaki suits

And ride is what we do

Flossing, but have caution

We collide with other crews

Famous because

we program Worldwide

Let them recognize

From Long Beach to Rosecrans

Bumping and grinding like

a slow jam, it's Westside

So you know the row

won't bow down

To no man

Say what you say

But give me

that bomb beat from Dre

Let me serenade

the streets of LA

From Oakland to Sac-town

The Bay Area and back down

Cali is where they

put their mack down

Give me love!

California, knows how to party

California knows how to party

Come on, baby

- In the city...

- Of South Central

Pac, that sh*t was dope.

Fresh out of jail.

History in

the motherfuckin' making.

I'm gonna knock

these three albums out.

- Just like that?

- Hell, yeah!

Can't keep a nigga like me

in one spot.

Sh*t, I feel you, Pac.

I been tellin' you

to come out here to see me

so we can get you straight.

- You good, Pac?

- Yeah, I'm good.

Hey, I'm gonna mix this record.

Yeah. I'm gonna

head down to beat.

We just gonna go in

chop it up in just a minute.

- Oh, yeah?

- Yeah.

You good?

Come here!

Oh, sh*t!

- Sh*t!

- F***! Christ!

Kick that!

Get his nigga ass out the hall.

F*** that nigga up!

Damn, Suge!

Little motherf***er

ain't paying.

What the f*** did he do?

- He's a motherf***er.

- God damn.

Are you cool?

You need anything?

- Ah, sh*t. I'm good, nigga.

- A'ight.

About to go shut this sh*t down.

Just killed that sh*t'

All right. I'm out.

Oh, sh*t, nigga.

God damn!

- Daz, is this you?

- Hell, yeah, nigga.

That sh*t knockin'

like a motherf***er, boy.

Yeah'

You already know this

that gangsta party, cuz.

Hey, nigga. nah,

the gangsta party

was in the hallway.

That nigga gettin' f***ed up.

For real.

I see you got your chain.

Welcome to the family, Pac.

This nigga is just ready

to get to work now.

Ain't nuthin'

but a gangsta party

Ain't nuthin'

but a gangsta party

Ain't nuthin'

but a gangsta party

Picture perfect,

! paint a perfect picture

Bomb the hoochies with precision

My intention 's to get richer

With the S-N double-O-P

Dogg my f***in' homey

Youse a cold-ass nigga

on them hogs

Sho 'nuff

I keep my hand on my gun

Cuz they got me on the run

New I'm back in the courtroom

Waitin' on the outcome

Free Tupac, is all that's

on a nigga's mind

But at the same time

It seem they tryin' to take mine

So I'ma get smart

And get defensive and sh*t

And put together a million march

For some gangsta sh*t

So now they got us laced

Two multimillionaire...

That's straight classic

right there.

Sh*t. 2 of Amerikaz

Most Wanted, cuz.

Hey, yo, Daz.

Hey, slow it down

for me real quick.

That's it, right there.

- Yo, where Dre at?

- Sh*t.

You gotta ask him.

You know how that sh*t go.

It is what it is.

That nigga about his business.

All right, hold up.

Can I get everybody's attention?

Like I'm always tellin' y'all,

Death Row is more than a label.

It's a family.

And tonight,

we got one of our members

back, fresh off acquittal.

Not guilty. Not guilty.

Not guilty

And we have a new family member,

Tupac.

Nobody's ever did what we doin'.

No other label

has put out this many

platinum albums

at the same time.

And when Pads album drops,

the first ever

double rap album...

Hel I, yeah.

Ain't no tellin' where we going.

We got here today,

by trusting one another.

By being a family.

BY being loyal.

Like my man here.

Ronnie, you hungry?

- No, I'm good, Suge.

- No, have some more.

- I'm good, I'm full.

- How about a steak?

I'm full, I'm full.

I'm good.

Now you full?

I guess you're done

taking from my plate, huh?

You've been stealing from me

for months. Why stop now?

Tape costs.

Studio time.

Musicians.

This motherf***er

spent 250 grand

on an artist

that ain't even mine!

You think I wouldn't find out?

You think I'm a b*tch?

That I was just gonna

let that slide?

Answer a man

when he's talking to you!

That's not me.

You must have a problem

with mathematics, Ronnie,

'cause this sh*t don't add up.

But, hey, you like

to eat good, right?

Then eat this sh*t,

motherf***er. There you go.

Eat good. Eat that sh*t!

- Huh? How does it taste?

- I'm sorry!

Huh? You like that sh*t?

You like that sh*t?

Suge...

- I'm sorry. What?

- I'm sorry.

- You say you're thirsty?

- No, I'm sorry!

- Don't he look thirsty?

- Yeah.

- I think this nigga's thirsty.

- Suge...

Give this motherf***er

some champagne.

Suge.

Drink that sh*t.

You like that champagne?

That good-life sh*t, huh?

How's it taste now?

Give this nigga some shrimp.

- Greedy motherf***er.

- Eat that sh*t.

How the good life

taste now, nigga?

All that sh*t!

All that sh*t!

You wanna steal

from your family, huh?

- You greedy motherf***er!

- Suge, Suge.

- You wanna take from me?

- Suge.

Nobody takes from me!

Get this motherf***er

outta my face.

Get your b*tch ass out of here.

No! Oh, God!

Yeah, motherf***er!

Who wants dessert?

This nigga right here, man.

Hey, man.

- Sh*t!

- What's up, Tron?

I finally get a moment

with you, man.

It ain't like that, man,

all right?

I've just been busy 24/7.

So you did it, huh?

Yeah. I'm with Suge now.

Look, Tron,

I appreciate you, man.

You've done a lot for me.

You've helped me along the way.

But, right now,

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