Lyrics:
with some
Hippity hoppity shit
Niggas get a grip or slip and slit yo' shit
I hit you quick for some old
Shit you ain't equipped to kick
2Pac gon' lift,
and leave you there
Anyway nigga I'm the one they
Want to hear from
Fuck that pussy shit that you
Be boppin' in they eardrum
Cause in the 90's boy, 2Pac is
on me
cll Eyes on Me
Like 2Pac
cll Eyes on Me
My hearts been broke say I can't show no love
I kill a nigga with my mind
I don't need no gun
But if I need
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
Well this is how we gonna do this
Fuck Mobb Deep, fuck Biggie
Fuck Bad Boy as a staff
Record label and as a motherfucking crew
And if you want to be down
a sac of drugs
At the block sewn up
Cause I want to pack a gun
Do you feel me?
World do ya hear me?
Catch a risin' star
Fuck the love
Niggas
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
afford
I got them paranoid shaking in there sneakers
While they plotting on my riches
Trying to do me in with
Some dirty game bitches
2Pac to Kas, KPrince
can't rhyme
And if it wasn't for Charlie Mack
You wouldn't even have a house to
Have a house party at you can hardly rap
All you do is make party tracks
They get clean wind what you gon do?
Rap about a fight I had with
A nigga that by me? And I bit him back
Well talk about how it was 20 niggas
There and I
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
they don't want none
Fuck these niggas
Fuck you niggas
Fuck me if I hated on you
I'ma stick around
I'm gon' let my nuts hang
Nigga you got some
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
pack ya track and do 5 flat in your Dodge son
Now let my canine backtrack the copy-cat
Your night life is up, so what you had, you gotta sound track
think less of 'em (don't think less of 'em)
2Pac gone, you know rap had to message him
We tried to do our best for them, mother Panther vibes (Panther
on girlfriend, I'm just messing wit' ya
You know I never play you
Out like a velcro mustache
Especially when you're giving up 'nough ass
And it don't stop on 2Pac
smurf domination
(You KNOW) Heh, you know how we do it
Just holla my name and witness game official
Niggas is so ashamed they stand
Stiff like scared
but a buckshot, chck-pow!
Motherfuck your life, pussy blood clot
Ain't never been no rapper this cold since 2Pac was froze
And thawed out for spot
til it's humbling
Think you grounded and get punished
This the second time Slay needed my two
Cents to keep it a hundred
How you want it? Fake and be
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
And if you want it harder, baby
Come and bite me, but do it lightly
'Cause that excites me when the lady bite
And if you lick me right I'll do it all night
And I ain't proving
Nothing to nobody
But I'm something so worry about me
If you want to
But I don't do no small talk
My mind big no small thoughts
My
Let me take these bricks and break 'em down
If you want I can serve 'em by the pound
Shorty know she's got what I wanna flip
Baby girl tell me you
Let me take these bricks and break 'em down
If you want I can serve 'em by the pound
Shorty know she's got what I wanna flip
Baby girl tell me you
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