Lyrics:
Every rapper who grew up in
The Nineties owes something to
2Pac people either try to emulate
Him in some way, or they go in a different
Direction
good
But let's give 2Pac a counter attack
2Pac, step to the stage
And may the best man win
Hit dropper
Shit stopper with the strength to motivate
Give
(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
Georgetown's phat
With the bulldog, ooh wee
Why's he wanna do me?
Rich could give a fuck about
A tramp and a hoochie
I hang with niggas from the block like 2Pac
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
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
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
Niggas
And my number one plan
To kill a man and grab a needle
And drug niggas
Niggas don't like us
Because they bitches straight love us
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
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
pull up they all in the car, shorty she call me 2pac , I roll up a blunt Ima star ,
I want the dope in the bag I need the cash advance , it’s time
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
2Pcc warned you about us dog
He said young niggas on the rise
Here we are motherfucka
Why the hell is you surprised
2Pac warned you about us fucker
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, ever since
shot, ayy, two shots
Wrap his head, he in the whip, and traffic dead, 2Pac (Ayy, 2Pac)
Shit ain't funny no more like the Boondocks (Shit ain't funny)
I'm
Wrap his head, he in the
Whip, and traffic dead, 2Pac
(Ayy, 2Pac)
Shit ain't funny no more like the Boondocks
(Shit ain't funny)
I'm outside your crib
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
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
shit
Give tha brick a taper
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
far from the binoculars
So, that smart money finna get that heat out the car
Yo, I'm K-Dot Lamar meets 2Pac Shakur
I got profiled by a few cops, too
know when your moms ain't safe to walk through the streets
My nigga plays 4 keeps
And thats on the beach
2pac rest in peace
Snoop: and thats a cold fact
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