Yeah, clear enough for ya.
Why niggas look mad.
Y'all supposed to be happy I'm free.
Y'all look like you wanted me to stay in jail
Old busters.

Picture me rollin' in my five hundred benz.
I got no love for these niggas,
There's no need to be friends.
They got me under survailance.
That's what somebody be tellin' me.
Known as don't be insulted
But I ain't the one tellin'.
Don't want to be another number.
I got a fuckin' gang of weed to keep from goin' under.
The fedarones want to see me dead.
Niggas put prices on my head.
Now I got 2 rottwillers by me bed.
I feed em lead.
Now on release.
How will I live?
Will God forgive me for all the dirt a nigga did?
To feed kids.
One life to live.
It's so hard to be positive
When niggas shootin' at your crib.
Mama, I'm still thuggin'
The world is a war zone.
My homies is inmates
And most of them dead grown
Full grown, finally a man
Just sceamin' on ways to put some green inside the palms
Of my empty hands.
Just picture me rollin'.
Flossin' a benz on rims that isn't stolen.
My dreams is censored.
My hopes are gone.
I'm like a fiend that finally see when all the dope is gone.
My nerves is wrecked.
Heart beatin' and my hands is swollen.
Thinkin' of the G's I'll be holdin'.
Picture me rollin'
Can you see me now
Move to the side a little bit so you can get a clear picture
Can you see it?
Picture me rollin'
Yeah nigga
Eh, but picture how my nigga Sak duke do it.
Guess who's back?

I got keys comin' from overseas.
Cost a nigga 200 G's.
I'm a street commando.
Nino for example.
This lavish lifestyle is hard to handle.
So I got to floss 'cause I'm rollin' like a boss playa.
Thug granted to be a women layer
So many playa haters, imitaters steady swangin'.
Make me want to start bank bangin.
So I'm caught up in the game.
Let's go change.
Packin' 40 glocks.
Contain or rearrange.
All that jealousy and envy comin' from my enemies
While I'm sippin' on green leaves?
In front of black Lexuses, Chevy's on the roam.
96 big bodies sittin' on chrome
As we head up out the zone,
Stone facing is on.
Looking at mine but don't look too long.
I'm livin' a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin.
It's hard to imagine.
Picture me rollin'

I gots to get the fuck up in.
goin' to lay a caper.
'cause a nigga straight sufferin' from lack of havin' paper.
My bitch fin to have a bastard, see?
So I need to hit a lick, drastically.
I see some bald head ass niggas and they slippin' in my spot
And, uh, diggin in the pots.
Check in the park, Pac.

We caught em sleepin'.
We didn't think you niggas creepin'.
This how we do it every weekend
And I dump for madness?
It's time to count the profit.
CPO, we got the bomb spot.
Nigga, time to clock it.
I get the liquor and you could get the females.
This crooked shit can re-inflict and get the street sales.

Move smooth as a mother fucker, me and my 9.
I'm cool as a mother fucker, I'm a get mine.
Now we satisfied.
Got the pockets on swollen.
Boss hog and this Pac nigga.
Picture us rollin'

Heh, heh, heh.
Y'all ready for me?
Picture me rollin' roll call.
You know there's some mother fuckers out there
I just could not forget about.
I want to make sure they can see me.
Number one on my list: Clinton Correctional Faciluties,
All you bitch asses.
Can you niggas see me from there?
Ballin on all y'all punk ass.
Heh, ha ha!
Picture me rollin, baby.
Yeah, all you niggas up in them cell blocks,
I told y'all niggas when I come home it's on.
That's right nigga, picture me rollin'
Oh, I forgot, the DA
Yeah, that bitch had a lot to talk about in court.
Can the ho see me from here?
Can you see me, ho?
Picture me rollin'.
And all you punk police, can you see me?
Am I clear to you?
Picture me rollin' nigga, legit.
Free like OJ all day
You can't stop me.
You know I got my niggas up in this mother fucker.
Nope, ?, Syke, Rollcall, Mopreme
Can you picture us rollin'?
Can you see me ho?
Is y'all ready for me .
We up out this bitch.
Any time y'all want to see me again,
Rewind this track right here, close your eyes
And picture me rollin'

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Claydes Smith, Dennis Thomas, George Brown, Johnny Jackson, Otha Nash, Richard Westfield, Robert Bell, Robert Mickens, Ronald Bell, Tupac Shakur, Tyruss Himes, Vince Pka Edwards