Lyrics:
motherfucking trill shit that
I be talking 'bout
Bandanna tied like 2Pac to the side, nigga
It's that A$AP life
It's that trill wave right here, man
Get your
and she swallow semen
I'm probably the realest breathin' under 25
I'm the finest, 2Pac Shakur if he didn't die
From the side where hammers is hereditary
a 2Pac moment (2Pac)
Fresh hold nigga with the Guwop stomach
(Guwop)
Spin through your block with the uwop bustin'
(Blaow) ran through the east, like
Who
Naughty By Nature 2Pac and BIG shit I am
The piece of the puzzle
Thats probably missing
And I guess im here for that job
So all the swagger jackers need
sweeper with a K
Nigga, this is 2Pac mixed with the old Guwop
15 years, 30 mil', nigga, who flopped?
One good song, but you ain't got a classic yet
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
city sweltering hot
Staggerin' drunker than those cops that 2pac shot
I was a crook by the train with that iron thing, concealed
Reachin', soon as I
Hit 'em with my 2Pac See my patna, got the midi, got two spots
Baby, take 'em jeans off, leave 'em heels on
Yeah, I'm fuckin' you tonight, that my
him
Youngin' told me he thuggin' I played some 2Pac for him
Then I gave him some work and got a new block for him
Then they hate when you get it so say
feeling like a muthafuckin'
Boss bangin' 2Pac
High as a muthafuckin' Queensbridge rooftop
Blowing on this purple haze
Feelin' invincible
Sellin' dope, never
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
here)
Ring a bell and make a nigga late
Like, what it do Bob?
This a warzone, send 'em to the gulag
They was talkin' shit, now they talk to 2Pac
Now
"And all my niggas in the pen
Here we go again
Ain't nothin' separatin' us from
A MAC-10" - 2Pac
I got eleven MAC-11's, thirty-eight 38's
Nine 9's,
tube socks spraying from the rooftops
92' props
Banging for my blue tops
It's me and you Ock, Biggie verses 2Pac
And you forgot
I'm the one who let you
direction that left me in true shock
Like when 2Pac got shot
The whammy
I drop my secrete scripts of the uncanny
Broadcastin' live and direct throughout
through traffic with 2Pac blastin'
With a bitch that's irritatin' from all these questions she askin'
Like what bitches I fucked, when, how and where
You
trust you
Ok, niggas ain't loyal, niggas ain't loyal
Bad like milk niggas will spoil
Picture me rollin like 2Pac
Off two pills I popped, nigga Fuck You!
And please get on a diet
Shoebox came with the doowop
One billion and two cops can't find 2Pac
Two shots, that's two grazed in two days
What goes up must come
happened to 2Pac and Biggie
You light up your ciggy
Grab a cold beer out the refridgerator, bop your mickey
You was scared in the hired hotel
Dressed
Brothers, Miles Davis
Mr. James Brown, 2Pac
Bob Marley, Biggie Smalls
Billie Holiday, Cathy Hughes
Charlie Parker, Betty Shabazz
Denzel Washington,
to the soundtrack of 2pac
I'll beat you to a pulp no fiction
Tarantino flow new Jules and Vincent
Blow marijuana smoke, no incense
Exhale in the face of innocent
the money, now that's all that I want
She ate me for lunch, feel like 2Pac I'mma thug
Know some Crips and Bloods, Xannies, brought them drugs
Got a lot
me, plus my nigga Zilla in this bitch
I don't give a fuck I'm back on my Ridgecrest shit
Yellin' "Thug Life", Niggas on that 2Pac shit
Minnesota
like 2Pac Shakur
Pull up in a drop Phantom
Got them young niggas with me with no manner
Started shooting at them niggas it was random
Popped that
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