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the Feds Eating good drinking Champagne And breaking bread This is for my dog's in Watts and shit 2Pac got your back, who can stop the hit? And even with
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
granny house with vanilla wafers This the remedy, the seperation 2Pac of my generation Blue pill in the fuckin' Matrix Red rose in the gray pavement
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
to a new house on a new hill And choose a new spot, if niggas wanted you shot I ain't a thug, how much 2Pac in you you got? I ain't no bitch, neither
wrote the block off, I talk that shit Size 12 Bo Jacksons cause I walk that shit There on Compton Blvd that's where I walk my pits Biggie and 2Pac
and 2Pac and they bark like this As I spark my splif I see the coroner puttin' chalk around the snitch We be shootin' like free throws, flyin' them
like RIP I dropped 2Pac Back and did it BIG America's most wanted like Chi Ali I'm too young to be doing this They need to see ID Ross said I'm hot, Tip
like RIP I dropped 2Pac Back and did it BIG America's most wanted like Chi Ali I'm too young to be doing this They need to see ID Ross said I'm hot, Tip
Mister, that Mister, Bobby Bands Mr. Long, Mr. Get-Her-Wrong, Mr. Sing-A-Song Hit the bong, Mr. Cheech and Chong, Mr. In-My-Zone Mr. 2Pac Herringbone,
I better see five stars next to my picture If not, 2Pac will cock the Glock and come knockin' to getcha I told you once, motherfucker, I'm a nut
we had 2Pac An old boom box, chilling in our tube socks And plus Dre taught us how to roll a 64 And Snoop Dogg taught us how To roll a sticky dro So if
Rowdy) Wish Nipsey was alive and they killed 6ix9ine Nip was like Malcolm X and 2Pac combined He probably kickin' it with Martin Luther King up in
that shit, I'll knock you out A nigga be pickin' you up off of the ground for thinkin' you 2Pac And shawty give me neck till I pass out And she just
passion It'll blow your mind hey throw up your legs Wrap your shit around my back It's a west side bang fucking Hoes around the map ? get down with 2Pac
Mr. Did her wrong Mr. Sing a song Hit a bong, Mr. Cheech and Chong Mr. In my zone Mr. 2Pac Herringbone, on my collar bone Heat is on, mister Mr.
on Channel 7 he do beats for 2Pac Now coming out the spring from Heaven Ya know my piece is, hotter than grease is With no wrong way to eat Ya face like
jabs at em Hit Rodeo, probably throw a couple bags at ya In my 2Pac voice - I ain't mad at ya Take the wheel, see if you can drive while I eat it
probably throw a couple bags at ya In my 2Pac voice, I ain't mad at ya Take the wheel, see if you can drive while I eat it My fitted flew off, but I don't
me to give a nigger-y twenty-one gun salute That's seven shots for 2pac Seven for Biggie Smalls Seven for Freaky Tah up in your neighborhood malls
the 2Pac song
Me and 2Pac were soldiers Of the same struggle You lames could huddle, your team's shook Y'all feel the wrath of a killer 'cause this is my football
know that doo-doo Ipod blastin', 2pac yeah hit em up Chow down, spit em up Black bag, get em up Call the chef tonight, were having sinners for dinner
On yo' block you prolly bred a Fat Pat or 2Pac Or Big Pun, or B.I., ya homeboys from knee, high And even when it was storming outside, that nigga'd be by
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