Everything They Owe
Album : Until The End Of Time

2Pac
Imagine if you could go back
Actually talk to the muthafuckers that passed away
(HaHaHa)
And then the first muthafuckers that came in the slave ships
(Excuse me, excuse me)
Ya know...

1 - 2Pac
We back for everything you owe
No longer oppressed
Cause now over throw those that placed us in this rotten mess
But lets agree on strategy and pick our enemies right
Who stands accused of the abuse?
My own kind, to ride
Pardon, not disregarding what you thinkin
But you must abandon ship
Cause once I rip your hole, shit is sinking
Supreme ideology, you claim to hold
Claiming that we all drug dealers with empty souls
That used to tempt me to roll
Commit to violence in the mist of an act of war
Witnesses left silent, shoutin 
Black talents, style thoughts I throw
It remains in your brain, then of course it grows
Maybe, even your babies can produce and rise
Picture a life where black babies can survive past five
But we must have hope
Quoting the reverend from the Pope
But refuse to turn the other cheek
We must defeat the evil cobra
Lace me with words of destruction and I'll explode
But supply me with the will to survive and watch the world grow
This ain't 'bout talkin 'bout problems, I'll bring solutions
Wisdom, restitution
Stipulated through the Constitution
You violated now I'm back to haunt your nights
Listen to the screams of the lives you sacrificed
And in case you don't know
Ghetto born black seeds still grow
We coming back for everything you owe

Chorus
I'm comin collectin the shit that belong to me
Muthafuckers all runnin and duckin
(How do you plead, Mr. Shakur? How do you plead?)
I'm a crazy nigga on a mission, with a bad mentality
(How do I plead?) 
(Yes, Sir, how do you plead?)
(Shit, you know how I plead)
Armed with missiles, guns, grenades, pull out the pin free
(C'mon!)
(Shit...)
I'm coming (coming, coming)...

 2 - 2Pac
Not guilty on the grounds of insanity
It was them or me
Bustin at my innocent family
Say they lookin for keys
I was home alone, blind to the prelude
Bustin, talking 'bout where is the quaaludes?
What you say fool?
Where in the hell is the search warrant?
No feedback is what he uttered
Before he screamed, Nigga muthafucker
Drop me to my knees, I proceed to bleed
Suffering a rain of blows to my hands and knees
Will I survive? Is God watching?
I grab his gat and bust in self-defense, my only option
God damn, now they got me going to the county jail
And my family can't pay this outrageous bail
Try to offer me a deal
They told me if I squeal
Move me and my people to a mansion in Brazil
Not me, so this is how it ends, no friends
I'll be stressed and they just repossessed my Benz
Told the judge it was self-defense, he won't listen
So I'm bumpin this in federal prison
Givin everything I owe

Chorus - X2
I'm comin collectin the shit that belong to me
Muthafuckers all runnin and duckin
I'm a crazy nigga on a mission, with a bad mentality
Armed with missiles, guns, grenades, pull out the pin free
I'm coming (coming, coming)...