Lyrics:
Screamin', "Fuck the world," like 2Pac
I just don't give a fuck!
Talkin' that shit behind my back, dirty mackin'
Tellin' your boys that I'm on crack
I just
Screamin', "Fuck the world," like 2Pac
I just don't give a fuck!
Talkin' that shit behind my back, dirty mackin'
Tellin' your boys that I'm on crack
I just
Screamin', "Fuck the world," like 2Pac
I just don't give a fuck!
Talkin' that shit behind my back, dirty mackin'
Tellin' your boys that I'm on crack
I just
Screamin', "Fuck the world," like 2Pac
I just don't give a fuck!
Talkin' that shit behind my back, dirty mackin'
Tellin' your boys that I'm on crack
I just
I've seen money
But baby, I got to gets mo'
You scream and go
2Pac
And I ain't stoppin'
'Til I'm well paid
Bails paid
Now nigga, look what hell
I've seen money
But baby, I got to gets mo'
You scream and go
2Pac
And I ain't stoppin'
'Til I'm well paid
Bails paid
Now nigga, look what hell
steady on me, so they thuggin like they 2pac
Til that thuggin' shit have you like 2pac
I'm on overload, I overdose with over flows
Keep the champagne
Fuck around with 2Pac and see how good a nigga's aim is
I'm just a rich motherfucker from the way
If this rappin' bring me money, then I'm rappin' till
Of The Fittest-Mobb Deep, and Lost Boyz
Lickin shots got the game hot
They even flipped on 2PAC
Snoop Doggy Dogg put the West Coast in gear
Dr Dre, NWA, Eazy E's in
shots got the game hot
They even flipped on 2PAC
Snoop Doggy Dogg put the West Coast in gear
Dr Dre, NWA, Eazy E's in here
I want to tell
And please get on a diet
Shoebox came with the doowop
One billion and two cops can't find 2Pac
Two shots, that's two grazed in two days
What goes up must come
Rowdy)
Wish Nipsey was alive and they killed 6ix9ine
Nip was like Malcolm X and 2Pac combined
He probably kickin' it with Martin Luther King up in
Game- Im feeling like a muthafuckin boss bangin 2pac
high as a muthafuckin queens bitch rooftop
blowing on this purple haze feeling invincible
sellin
feeling like a muthafuckin'
Boss bangin' 2Pac
High as a muthafuckin' Queensbridge rooftop
Blowing on this purple haze
Feelin' invincible
Sellin' dope, never
sweeper with a K
Nigga, this is 2Pac mixed with the old Guwop
15 years, 30 mil', nigga, who flopped?
One good song, but you ain't got a classic yet
was an escape for poor black folk
2pac told us all America eats is babies
Since I been in a Mercedes my ladies relate to that quote
Upset, veins
2 glocks
Running like 2pac , a gangsta you not
This oldhead you can’t stop
My spirit is too hot
Brave hearted and forever guarded
You not
I gotta get
falling (We good, we good, falling)
We divided (Why you say that? nah this just how I look, divided, I'm good, I'm good)
Falling
As the late 2Pac would put
Ghost floating past me
Pistons are ghastly
2Pac album never ends
CD skips again, again
It feels like I never left
In my home town the sky's big
Don't
OF NIGGAS PLAY THE GAME, NOT TOO MANY WIN
FROM BEGINNING TO ENDING, MY ALBUMS BE HITTIN'
TWO GLOCKS, THEY BE TWINNING
2PAC MY AMBITION, AS A MOTHAFUCKIN'
her groove back
The kind of flow that put the rhythm in 2Pac
8 years later
They're saying Ghetto Gospel was
Ahead of it's time i'm like, duh
Tell ‘em I
rich
You broke ima have the last laugh
R.I.P to juice x peep big 2pac
Don't wanna die eighteen
dead body go do better album
I know say Dagrin dey laugh i dy wound this track
E dy show 2pac na ur warri version be that
Na me dy run the street una
Bubs and Daddy's gonna do that
Even when I die, I'mma live as long as 2Pac
I'm putting down some songs, when I go
You better use that
And call the album
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