Lyrics:
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2Pac was like a camera
It's incredible how much
He wrote how much he documented to me
'Pac was more of a poet than a
Rapper you can always tell
the wait
So here I go, I'm about to throw a dope flow
And let them know 2Pac will hit
You with a death blow
But you say no because you
Wanna battle blow for
playin', knock it off, you're not 2Pac
You'll get popped poppin' all that shit you pop
Now, we can get past the mean mugs and get to the slugs
I'm a Bad boy wid it like Shyne with a Y
But I'd rather listen to 2pac
Cause that's my guy
Loyalty makes us trust
But you see the pain when you look
we hit em' up...
Verse Three: 2Pac
Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel
This ain't no freestyle battle, all you suckers gettin
Chrous: The Game
Nigga be easy
Growing up in California believe me
We drive-by, spraying colors for shizzy
Light it up for 2pac and Eazy
Show them
que 2PAC [en cainri]
N**** ton équipe la street c'est la street, je vais péter le milli
Le rap c'est comme de la trap je vais peut être partir
Yes, sir this is Ludacris
In a recite to you an original poem
Written by my man 2Pac Shakur
Entitled in the depths of solitude
And it goes with
feel like I'm 2Pac
Ahh, feel like I'm 2Pac, Kanye, John Lennon
I don't got the answers, boy
I'll just keep on guessin'
(you might not make it)
I'm not
ain't it ?
Love me, Or Hate me, but I ain't stoppin till I'm on top
I'm screamin' "Fuck the world" like 2pac
Say my name and you might get shot
Its
This shit is popping
It's going down
They call me 2pac
I get around
Let's pop another bottle
Pass it around
We about to turn it up so tell me if you
Godde
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The cops in The background while 2Pac speaks:
Cop:
A Srg a we've got a 2Pac
Picture Me Rollin'
Mane I bet y'all brothers hatin
I'm on my grind
cnd I ain't worried bout no hater
I see the eyes on me
cll Eyes on Me
Like 2Pac
your caps peeled
You know see
Grab ya Glocks, when you see 2Pac
Call the cops, when you see 2Pac, uhh
Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish
Now ya
mourn falling stars
They still living all hard (We still here)
Now of course this was
Inspired by 2Pac Shakur
Eazy-E, still here (still here)
My man
know when your moms ain't safe to walk through the streets
My nigga plays 4 keeps
And thats on the beach
2pac rest in peace
Snoop: and thats a cold fact
Boy murdered on wax and killed
Fuck with me and get yo' caps peeled
You know
See, grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac
Call the cops when you see 2Pac,
worth the wait
So here I go, I'm about to throw a dope flow
And let them know 2Pac will hit
You with a death blow
But you say no because you
Wanna battle
Georgetown's phat
With the bulldog, ooh wee
Why's he wanna do me?
Rich could give a fuck about
A tramp and a hoochie
I hang with niggas from the block like 2Pac
bandana on, I feel like 2Pac on a ho
Diamonds on me, I'm lit
Bitches all on my dick
Ridin' 'round in that Hellcat
You can't see a nigga through the tint
I
Back from the dead eazy-E, 2016
With my mothafuckin' nigga DJ Chop
With the homie 2Pac back up, Back up
Motherfuckers are 2 Hot
Now, ever since
K5, LAX, I flew by niggas
To live and die in LA, I feel like 2Pac
Nigga look, I said I flew by niggas
Westside when we ride, I feel like 2Pac
Nigga
Uh
One shot, two shots
I done mixed McQueen with the Blue Dot
Thug life, 2Pac
Smoke me a J on the rooftop
Champagne, campaign
Spend a whole day
Kasinova! (Kas the don) 2Pac!
('Bout to clear this whole shit out)
2Pac to Kas, KPrince to 'Pac rraah
Rraah rraah
On your block it don't stop
There
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