Lyrics:
its cane
Or these tracks made for ya brain
You'll forever know my name
Idi Amin
Hussein:
I ain't killed my line, my strap, my head
There
the case speak
White sheets all on your block, who callin' the shots
We hit that man first then his faculty drop
I went, 2Pac on 'em, showed 'em what I had
begging me
You know what you should've capped like 2pac with a glock
They're deadly, better not upset my thug mentality sucker
You know you done fucked
being born and dying in LA
First off 2Pac died in Vegas
That's your number one problem nigga
And 2: he was born in your borough
That's howl know you not
Latifah, the Queen of the flavor
And nothing weaker behind is watching, kick her
The Digital Under-the-Underground, rocks with Shock and 2PAC
With Money
my adversaries they don't understand what we go through
To become a man, we sheddin tattoed tears
Chorus: 2Pac + Young Noble
I said many times
doubt me
I'm gettin' flammy on this 2Pac jammy
Yo, sittin' and pissin' on a bitch ass panty
Yeah, like it's magic we comin'
On that ass massive
Better tap
Everytime i speak i reach a new prestigeous
I'm eages
Protected by the angels no demons
I dont see or hear no evil
Screaming with my 2pac voice
free my
about ripping the mic with my own sound
With my own sound, so I tried to write rhymes
Something' like them, my boys said,
"That ain't you Ice, that
or 2Pac
But be yourself and maybe you'll be too hot
But don't think you the shit
Because I'll be around to scoop
You up real quick
I'll put you in my
like I don't spit
Burn the blessed
The truth, 2Pac jewels like I serve them wet
Vado!
This homicide was prophesized before I
Was a toddler's size
Any
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
say I'm a legend
Ghetto bitches be wishin they could spend a day in my presence
I'm stackin plenty dough I stay on cloud nine
Like 2Pac in "I Ain't Mad
Doug E. Fresh with the beatbox
Onyx, The LOX, and 2Pac bumpin' in the boombox
J Dilla, Killer Mike, MC Lyte
Stop playin', you ain't never heard a flow
My inner 2Pac shit
Thug Life
THUG LIFE
Peace GOD that’s how you greet us
Rich righteous teachers
Paradise I’m tryna lead us
But I’m stuck inside my
Ever since the dawn of a new era, known as Hip-Hop A.D
After 2Pac and Biggie Smalls unsolved shmurdas
The genre of rap music has searched for its
with us
You a op and you an enemy now
Boss nigga calling shots like
I'm Penny Liddell
I hit them bitches that you
Never see at 70 down
Look, 2Pac back,
juice
From the boom box, who's
Letting 2pac loose
In the white boys bars, yeah they knew I'm truth
cnd the flow too sick like the WuHan Flu
Woah
I got
the fame, I'm true to the game
Till they bury me
God gave me game so I'm hustlin',
Pour out some liquor for my niggas
2pac is still strugglin'
My
the feds
Bring XXXTentacion back, Take Trippie Redd (RIP X)
Bring Mac Miller back, take Lil Xan
Fuck him anyway, shorty ain't no 2Pac fan
Nas dropped
pocket
You wonder why
My shits droop
You wonder why
My pack boof
I'm spittin Fire
In the booth
They let a demon
On the loose
I'm 2pac wit the juice
Not
of the siamese
Twins in we're back in the nineties
Back to a time that's divided
By Batman, Mad Max and Macgyver
But remind us, why would I wanna go
Back
coat
With the door close
And a wet nose
And the wind blown
And I won't stop
I'm from the school of 2pac
And Kanye West
Mid 20's
I learned the game was
acting mad cool
Used to act a goddamn fool
Like there ain't no future in this rap shit
Now she begging for backstage
Passes to Summer Jam i laugh
People in
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