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
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
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
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
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
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
the tarp, sir
I'm growin' weed for my mama there
I've got a paved driveway and photos in the hallway of me on my Harley
And I did it my way
See, hip-hop
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
a fuck
That same mentality that told my brother not to duck
In actuality it's a trip how we trip off of colors
I wonder if I'll ever discover
A passion
souls, rest in peace
That was 1996, we back in the mix
I guess they thought that we'd gon' quit but we got love for this shit
But everything started
it's rugged and ruff
I'm in to hip hop me, I'm in to will smith and puff
It must have been tuff, brought up in the ghetto and that
You must have had
drink in Appleton and Nantucket
Mashin' down Van Nuys, puffin' stress in the bucket
Ghetto hip hop for the public, you love it
At Lovitz, you love
(woo)
Y'all couldn't wait for this shit to drop (y'all couldn't)
I ain't got no rap friends left 'cause all the shit I pop (I don't)
And if y'all know
ghetto heroes in Heaven, it's like you right here and never passed
You just transcend, I know I'm goin' see you again
Hoping I reach the world leaders
drink in Appleton and Nantucket
Mashin' down Van Nuys, puffin' stress in the bucket
Ghetto hip hop for the public, you love it
At Lovitz, you love
no rhyme or reason, spit it dope and follow Jesus
Wonder if the world could give a fuck about what I believe in
Don't cry, my love, you can put that
that's bad luck for eleven years
Everytime one of us die, I shed a tear
Then look in the sky, I wonder if Heaven there
That was Benny at the height
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