Lyrics:
But what more can I say
I've never been defeated
By a half steppin' mutha fucka
Clutchin' on the microphone
Sucker I'll break ya bones
Better leave 2Pac
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
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
That's when the profit is controlled
I seen this before with 2Pac and this is old
Sony recycled Michael with that album and it sold
'Cause fans are really
about 9
Rocking the latest R9s
Wanting to reach to cloud 9
Started to learn about rhymes
2pac was the outline
Changes
Living dangerous
The pain it
immerse
Hold up watch it disperse visions of Biggie
Big L and 2Pac just looking at me (Biggie)
From the gates of Heaven while
The police booking at me
Open
{VERSE 2-Deorsey Ardae}
Lets rally up the troops its time to get this loot
We eating fillet mignon we use to eat on Campbells soup
Im like 2Pac when he
could chase a mill
Or just lay low dam
When you do it big
They gon 2pac hate
When you tell the truth
They gon 2pac hate
Money ain't the issue
You is you
wanted to save the hood, they understood why he was trying
He took a stand and said what he had to say
Bang, he got blown away
2Pac Shakur was more
to change
And I pray, I pray that someday we will
But you should know you're not alone
But still we gon' fight
Yeah, yeah
I remember 2Pac said it
(whoa)
I guess I'm just here for your amusement (yeah)
You've seen it all before, guys know how the story goes
It's like 2Pac never died, sit back,
Two private Jets what this nigga's worth
Atlanta, Miami, Rosé
We like 2Pac infante
They sent my nigga on house arrest
I'm coming through nigga
(Onion)
Smokin' ounces up to my brain
Young nigga just thuggin' (Thuggin')
2Pac all eyes on me
My car collection is crazy (Crazy)
Kush connection is Mainy
the Feds
Eating good drinking Champagne
And breaking bread
This is for my dog's in Watts and shit
2Pac got your back, who can stop the hit?
And even with
already know
I made that 180
Made a full circle
Now them squares outrageous
See I'm wilding out
Like 2pac needs changes
Them boys too sick
And the flow is
granny house with vanilla wafers
This the remedy, the seperation
2Pac of my generation
Blue pill in the fuckin' Matrix
Red rose in the gray pavement
how you act when you pull back all them curtains?
Do he think I'm 2Pac 'cause I'm black and put them works in?
Does he know his daughter might have
shit hook up
Though how that shit hook up?
Can I get some?
I love that ghetto shit (That ghetto shit)
I love that 2Pac shit (2Pac shit)
I'm that nigga
my nigga seeing 6 figures
Black bottles popping when I'm on the turf
Two private Jets what this nigga's worth
Atlanta, Miami, Rosé
We like 2Pac
passion
It'll blow your mind hey throw up your legs
Wrap your shit around my back
It's a west side bang fucking
Hoes around the map
? get down with 2Pac
the remission for all of our sins
When I was a young one the preacher put oil on my sixth chakra (sixth chakra)
He knew when I was older I'd wanna follow 2Pac
2Pac on stage
But, fuck a dream if it's not gon' pay
You feel me?
White socks, hat with my Glock on waist
Couldn't tell me I was not O'Shea
Posted
Acquired his knowledge from the streets
Makaveli, 2Pac Shakur
Was the rose that grew from concrete
America's most complete artist, regardless
One
to wish that I was 2Pac
Then I realized that might get you shot
Figured I just gonna be myself though
Niggas hate me, Documentary on they shelf though
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