Текст песни: Tupac Murder Confession + перевод

To be the best you gotta beat the best

To be a God, then you must be the reason for their breath

Or why they meet with death

You can only live forever if you die

And you can only gain it all when you lose it and you have nothing left

To sacrifice is to take a life for a greater purpose

Sometimes a martyr doesn’t know that it’s his day for service

To kill a king you make him infinite

And I just represent the sword of his deliverance

I’m confessing to the murder of 2Pac Shakur

I started the brawl in that lobby hall

I followed his car til it stopped that’s when I popped the Glock and shot his

door

September 7th's when I shocked you all

But let me tell you how I got invovled

I remember when I got the call it It was ____

He said he need another problem solved

Last one was easy, after this one they gonna call us Gods

On Allah, getting caught’s not a thought

Cops and lawyers on the squad, He’ll pay me a million dollars large

I responded with who’s the target mark?

But not on the horn, let’s discuss its all tommorrow

Next day, shopping mall, parking lot, got in car

Hoping we could plot it all, but it all was odd

And after a long awkward pause…

He said «Pac,» I said who? He said «Pac!»

I said how? He said «shot» I said when?

He said «soon» I said cool

Then he said its all depending on you

That was one day before the seventh day of June

Same week «Hit Em Up» was new, I knew what I would do

I’ma play the red against the blue

Deceptive in my moves perceptive of the moons

Patient, waited til September for the clue

Pac will be in Vegas with his henchman and his crew

I’m striking preemptively like specialists would do

Met a nigga Zip, led me to a crip

Keffe D, said he’ll help me with the hit for a split

He’ll even get the whip and won’t snitch

Told him meet me at the strip, stick to the script don’t slip

I stole the Glock from a cop that stole the Glock from a box

From out of an evidence locker that’s locked

Pac already shot two cops

So it make senses that cops went and shot 2Pac or maybe not

Death was dodged when Pac had his necklace robbed at Quad

But God said finish off the job

Remember it like yesterday, in my head it plays over like broken records play

Sabbath on the seventh day

Moon was in a crescent shape

Met up at the MGM entrance way

Estimate the time around 7−8

Set a fake motive give the Feds a case

Jump him when he steps this way, try to make his necklace break

Only minutes after the Tyson fight

Bruce Seldon ain’t the only nigga getting iron mike’d

Keffe’s brother Baby Lane tried to take his chain

Pac hit the nigga hard enough to shake his brain

I hit Suge Knight with a punch harder

Than the one he caught in LA by Greg

Then I fled the scene to the white Cadillac

T Brown, Keffe D, Lane got the strap in back

Young nigga pass me that, soon as Pac left

We was on him like a taxi cab driven by that Travis cat

Hands on the wheel like he trying to do the cabbage patch

Pac stopped at the Luxor where his bags was at

Switched shirts to the same jersey that he wore

In the «How Do You Want It» joint, so I’ll be sure to ask him that

Got a tip he’s headed to the 662 club

Soon as he moved we pursued him

Red light ahead, on the right side how we pulled up

Same time on the left side was these two sluts

Now that they’re distracted it’s the perfect time to shoot guns

Stretch on my new gloves, roll the window down I’m ready

Aim it at their black 750 arm strong and steady

Let off one shot for every song on the Makaveli

(Blaat! Blaat! Blaat!) I’m sorry for your mom Afeni

(Blaat! Blaat! Blaat!) I like your aunt Assata heavy

(Blaat! Blaat! Blaat!) If you live I hope you go to Cuba

(Blaat! Blaat! Blaat!) I hope they got my million dollars ready

Grazed Suge’s head to show him he ain’t God of any

Skurt! Then we pulled off like I’m Andretti

Took a quick right passed the Glock to Keffe D

Hurry to the club, give it to an undercover cop named Reggie

First drop me at the telly where I laid low

A little later hit the pay phone

Called _____ told him that I got him, where the pesos?

He told me he ain’t dead yet, they still trying to save holmes

If he don’t die then the bank closed

I hung up mad, damn! Pac got them slave bones!

Somehow his body eat the bullets when I spray chrome

Needed better aim though, 6 more days for him to fade slow

Over that time I went insane though

Never got the gold at the ending of the rainbow

Connected all the angles, like his gold chain rope

Euphanasia pendant on it, Death of an Angel

Serpent getting wrestled on it, search and see the message on it

Perfectly connecting all it, everything occurring got a 7 on it

He was 25 that’s 7

Died at 4:03 thats 7

I shot him on the 7th, three numbers everybody out in Vegas wanted

It’s like someone in heaven trying to send a warning

2Pac reversed is caput or destroyed

Shakur flipped around spells ruckus which is noise

Noise when destroyed is eternal silence

Deaf and death sound like the same word recited

Are you convinced yet?

Blood sacrifice a goat wrong and get hexed

I might’ve conjured too much power for this thin chest

Safe to say the past twenty years I been stressed

2Pac Amaru was an Incan King

That was beheaded cuz he fought to keep his people free

Probably by a nigga just as weak as me

I killed the cub of a mother Panther that speaks to me

She said the day you die your soul will be released to me

I know it’s you that stuck that diseased needle in Eazy E!

The karmas eating me!

And I keep another secret deep

I’m confessing to the murder of Christopher Wallace

It was me squeezing heat at his GMC!