Lyrics:
2Pac on a ho
Thick bitch from Detroit with a
Fat ass named Celly P
Yeah that's your bitch but when I'm
In town the ho fuckin' me
Rollie on, I fall
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
and poked on shit that is potent
Fresh out the pot, 2Pac couldn't picture my rollin'
Hook
Cam'ron:
I said it's the Diplomats, y'all kickin' is chicken
the Neptune sound
Okay, hot Hov', too hot to hold
Ladies love me long time like 2Pac sold
Only way to roll, Jigga and two ladies
I'm too cold, Motorola, two
featuring Master P Silkk the Shocker
(Master P)
Like 2Pac said only God can judge me
But I think only black Jesus can help me
worry me
Fuck the fame, I'm true to the game 'til they bury me
God gave me game, so I'm hustlin'
Pour out some liqour for my niggas, 2Pac is still
this guage
And blow these sukaz away
Cos my four five got no limit
2pac meant it when he said
Fuck friends
They knowww, they know they know
They
{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
This stupid nigga got rhymes like
You told Passwurdz that 2Pac was only
Known for being well paid
But the only thing that he
Was really known for
Was for
the pen like my cousin Bud
Lunatic Insane, and my partner T-Love
Big Tom, Ray Ray, Killa Cuddy, Mac Dre
Cleek, Jamal, Jinx and Bluebonic, man
[ 2Pac ]
Now
make it moonwalk
White glove money stuffed in my tube socks
Top down thug life, 2Pac
I'mma boss, I can get ya whole crew chopped
Teflon Don
2Pac
From this block to your block
You can tell the kids nod
One Nation, fuck around and
Get shot, you know, one Nation
Eastside, Westside, ha ha ha ha,
niggas gettin' rolled up
You think not gettin' dropped
We can handle this
'Cause 2Pac brain locked on a cannabis
Days are dangerous, shoot 'em
But you
Swang affiliate, X.O. sip, a gold getter
With the rest to gather, my cold killer
It's "Me Against the World" like 2Pac
And like Biggie, I'm "Ready
a beach, so you rot in the wave
Man, I'm so glad that Guwop out
And rap fans still give a fuck what 2Pac 'bout
I'm right here, I don't give a fuck who hop
a smoothie
You the preachers daughter lil Bby you can't fool me
Yeah I got the juice like 2pac This a free throw give em 2shots
Different KiccBacc this
it out that mud shit
Niggas gay they drop the soap they on they sus shit
I'm like 2Pac with the Juice, I'm on my thug shit
Sippin' codeine in my
keep a distance, huh
Dream motion living, being broke
Got me livid, huh
Bitches after bitches, huh
All my niggas 2Pac
Speaking revolution or that shit
sumin')
If 2Pac was here, he would coach me
Real nigga rockin' a Rollie
This for C Murder in Angola (This for C man)
I slept by him every night (We was
until we fall
Stacking checks scamming niggas grandma's need them catalogs
Tell them pussies then can get hit up like I'm 2Pac
Ian worried bitch cause I
endowed
I let it get around and then I get around
A 2Pac of condoms, lay the Biggie down
And then it's back to chasin' green faces
Don't talk to me
I aim and draw
I'm from the Era of the Thug Nation
bumpin 2Pac in my tape deck cuz I love Blazing
While I'm chilling in the Trekk with the G out there
the pen like my cousin Bud
Lunatic Insane, and my partner T-Love
Big Tom, Ray Ray, Killa Cuddy, Mac Dre
Cleek, Jamal, Jinx and Bluebonic, man
[ 2Pac ]
Now
are not the same
You already know, bro
That is why they’re fighting hard to relegate us
Look, man, way back, they shot 2pac
Naff ah them ah false
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