Lyrics:
a ratchet, what's good?
It happens in Compton, happens in Queens, happened to Big L
Happened to Chinx and 2Pac in that passenger's seat
Sometimes it's
can hear they already unconscious
I got this, on the top list, fake
I'm not this
Temple of Hip-Hop, rising to the top, kid
Every verse is a persecution
good?
It happens in Compton, happens in Queens, happened to Big L
Happened to Chinx and 2Pac in that passenger's seat
Sometimes it's internal, happens
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
in peace 2pac from master p, doin' 2-11s
187 khadafi, murder
Puttin' niggas in six foot motherfuckin' gurters
If you fuck with this tru clique
Nigga
was Diddy
When it came to the music then she got real picky
From New York, but preferred 2Pac over Biggie
No disrespect to Ms. Wallace, but she liked
the Mac, start lettin off frustration
It's better than incarceration any day, we gonn' die anyway
So if I go out blastin, call it my fate
I got niggas in
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
blessings
2pac said is there a ghetto in heaven, 'cause nowadays kids is getting fucked by their reverend
So many people, you gotta make exceptions 'cause
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
'm 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
popping slugs, stomping haters like drugs
I wonder, is there a heaven for a plug?
Drinking spirits, possessed by a thug
Short fuse cause 2pac is my muse
the Love and Hip Hop episodes always bout a fight?
I'm starting to think the tv got something against the mic
Unless the control is white
And bet for
shoot up my head
If I don’t stop then I’ll rock hip-hop in
The spot ’til you guys say stop
I cannot stop loving the music
I do it because these guys hate
low mayne
Lo mein or face this capital punishment
But y'all gon' fertilizer
Guess Ras Kass running shit
Plus doubt y'all thuggish men
Really own 2Pac
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
the Mac, start lettin off frustration
It's better than incarceration any day, we gonn' die anyway
So if I go out blastin, call it my fate
I got niggas in
whatcha got
'Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock
I said one, two, three, four
Tell me, Wonder Mike, what are you waiting for?
Said-a hip hop
whatcha got
'Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock
I said one, two, three, four
Tell me, Wonder Mike, what are you waiting for?
Said-a hip hop
the best hype you
Can get in hip-hop or black
Music so I knew that
If I was going to say what I said
It had to be in concert with one of the most
Brilliant
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
you rock
I said one, two, three, four, tell me, Wonder Mike
What are you waiting for?
I said a hip hop,
The hippie to the hippie
The hip hip
you rock
I said one, two, three, four, tell me, Wonder Mike
What are you waiting for?
I said a hip hop,
The hippie to the hippie
The hip hip
to wonder if I'm losing
It i look over to ask Nicki, to suggest
That maybe I should take a nap, too
And we can let our unconsciouses figure this
Out I could
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