Lyrics:
Coast feud was just personal beef
Now that he's not here
He's bigger than ever i can
Still listen to two or
Three 2Pac CDs straight
Sometimes I put
Mama-say-mama-sa-ma-macosa
Ja, quit playin', knock it off, you're not 2Pac
Don't hate me, I'm too hot and you're not
Shooting at me, with the only shot you got
Ja, quit
I've seen money
But baby, I got to gets mo'
You scream and go
2Pac
And I ain't stoppin'
'Til I'm well paid
Bails paid
Now nigga, look what hell
I've seen money
But baby, I got to gets mo'
You scream and go
2Pac
And I ain't stoppin'
'Til I'm well paid
Bails paid
Now nigga, look what hell
Picture Me Rollin'
Mane I bet y'all brothers hatin
I'm on my grind
cnd I ain't worried bout no hater
I see the eyes on me
cll Eyes on Me
Like 2Pac
I'm a Bad boy wid it like Shyne with a Y
But I'd rather listen to 2pac
Cause that's my guy
Loyalty makes us trust
But you see the pain when you look
Screamin', "Fuck the world," like 2Pac
I just don't give a fuck!
Talkin' that shit behind my back, dirty mackin'
Tellin' your boys that I'm on crack
I just
Screamin', "Fuck the world," like 2Pac
I just don't give a fuck!
Talkin' that shit behind my back, dirty mackin'
Tellin' your boys that I'm on crack
I just
Screamin', "Fuck the world," like 2Pac
I just don't give a fuck!
Talkin' that shit behind my back, dirty mackin'
Tellin' your boys that I'm on crack
I just
nigga still ballin'
Back from the dead eazy-E, 2016
With my mothafuckin' nigga DJ Chop
With the homie 2Pac back up, Back up
Motherfuckers are 2 Hot
Now
(take money)
Verse One: 2Pac
First off, touch your chick and the clique you claim
Westside when we ride, come equipped with game
You claim to be
que 2PAC [en cainri]
N**** ton équipe la street c'est la street, je vais péter le milli
Le rap c'est comme de la trap je vais peut être partir
Screamin', "Fuck the world," like 2Pac
I just don't give a fuck!
Talkin' that shit behind my back, dirty mackin'
Tellin' your boys that I'm on crack
I just
Yes, sir this is Ludacris
In a recite to you an original poem
Written by my man 2Pac Shakur
Entitled in the depths of solitude
And it goes with
TO RISE
LIKE 2PAC IN MY 3RD EYE
I BROKE LOOSE FROM THE SLUMBER
MY HUNGER TO LIVE LONGER
AND GET THE ANSWERS ABOUT LIFE
THAT I ALWAYS PONDERED
WHAT IS
the Truth
(I know that people know Truth is the Truth)
That's why 2pac dead and still got the juice
Yeah..
Juice!
Yeah yeah yeah!
Gotta keep an automatic
Imma leave the town
They don't fuck with mine
Gang I got
That's all I need
Pour out a little liquor for the RIPs
Feel like 2Pac
All Eyez On Me
All Eyez
it, street game Fugazi
I'm elevated to the top of this shit
Done fucked around and put me and 2Pac on the bitch
And you can tell 'em "Thug Life" was
Hands up high) rIP to 2Pac
(Get your hands up high, hands up high
Hands up high) nigga roll that good shit
(Get your hands up high, hands up high
Hands up
wit all this gave me they hate to cherish
But still I made it
A made nigga made by the game
Made for war
My aim is simple and plain
Yah wether
the dark
No matter what, it still can't ease my broken heart
First 2Pac died, then Biggie died and it greatly impacted me
Then history repeated itself,
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
mourn falling stars
They still living all hard (We still here)
Now of course this was
Inspired by 2Pac Shakur
Eazy-E, still here (still here)
My man
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
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