Lyrics:
the weed, you ain't matchin'
How they gang? Is the question that I'm askin'
One shot, two shots
I done mixed McQueen with the Blue Dot
Thug life, 2Pac
And you never was a thug
Why you imitating Pac?
You was wrong for doing that song 2Pac Back
I seen the video like
Where the fuck is 2Pac at?
I saw your boss
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
I trap by day, boy, rap by night
C-Bone in this bitch, College Park trump tight
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit?
Do you
only person I trust is God, trust no one, like 2Pac he said)
He said trust nobody
I seen my homeboy do me kinda wrong
That's why you never hear Lil
song
No love, no love
This is music just to fuck on
Eat it up, beat it up
Put a lil 2Pac on
All eyez on me
Playing what yo phone number
Lookin real good
This stupid nigga got rhymes like
You told Passwurdz that 2Pac was only
Known for being well paid
But the only thing that he
Was really known for
Was for
the new 2pac
Call me Shaka Shakur
Call me Shaka Shakur
Let me tell you about pain let me tell you about struggle
Motherfucker let me tell you about me
Let
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
2pac had a baby
A few shots couldn't
Phase me
You driving miss
Daisy
Lazy ,shady
I wouldn't trust you
if you paid me
Brenda had a baby
All
can play a new part:
Develop new DVDs, new books, new art
Open new food marts with hip-hop
Food charts and food carts
Playing 2Pac while you shop (Do
I'm the next 2Pac and Biggie
Scaled dope for 2Pac, pockets on Biggie
Pop a molly have you shaking
Like that nigga Diddy
Your pockets fat but now they
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
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
the crack spot with a laptop
Bumpin' that Biggie Smalls and 2Pac
French braid and weed heads
Where'd all these niggas come from with these dreads?
featuring Spice 2Pac Ice T and MC Eiht
[Havoc ]
Yo Russell Simmons
This is your commander in chief of your West Coast operations
on bullshit
call that nigga bando, cause I know he got the full clip
It's a stick up, run the pockets, run me all the jewels bitch
Double cup of wocky, no 2pac
school bag (School bag)
So no dey shako for me like 2pac (2pac)
You know say you no be 2pac
So I just dey on my Vibe, you know
Coming up alone true love is
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,
waitin' on the outcome
Free 2Pac is all that's on a nigga's mind
But at the same time it seems, they tryin' to take mine
So I'mma get smart and get
waitin' on the outcome
Free 2Pac is all that's on a nigga's mind
But at the same time it seems, they tryin' to take mine
So I'mma get smart and get
a little bit of cocaine in my nostrils, yeah
My serotonin's all gone now
There's nothing left I wanna talk about
Break the silence with a loud fart
If you
to dumpin' on they ass, like the last outlaws
Rich, 2Pac and the Click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips
With enough shit to raise your block in one dip
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