Lyrics:
drugs?
Lord knows I deserve to die on an acid high and I'm double cupped
Cold line, hundred blunts
Seen a few bitches I'd love to fuck
2Pac in 96
later, Big Spank got killed
And I got robbed, and Ronnie got shot
And I bought my first tape by 2Pac
And I got hard, cause I was smart
I knew that
Let me hear y'all flirt
Go on and on
Felt don't stop
Diggin' up the dirt
Peace to anybody who's got a 2Pac shirt
Go on and on
way
With no reimbursements
Man where the fuck is 2Pac day
Malcolm X statues
Black panther statues
Plantations get burned away
On my last tape i told you
Money speaks to a nigga like me so I need 2 M’s like mhm
Idols turn rivals like 2Pac and Guru
She blow me go viral the head game was mm mmm
I’m back now
(Grew from the concrete, in the city of Chicago, feel this)
2pac in my ear plugs, looking in the mirror, with a
Smile on my face, I'm the child
the events, 2pac
Now he’s notorious, you all know that Biggie had entendres
His lyrics were B.I.G., Los Angeles, California
March 9th, 1997, Wilshire, Boulevard
dat bitch throwing up west side
2pac Outlaw Thug Life low life low life
Grab my dick talk shit hit the weed blow the smoke roll the dice
Old school
and forth on the 'Gram, I had to block him (No)
Rather catch him lackin' in public and then pop him (come here)
Caught him on the elevator, had to 2Pac him
endowed
I let it get around and then I get around
A 2Pac of condoms, lay the Biggie down
And then it's back to chasin' green faces
Don't talk to me
2pac especially
Thug Life
It's hard to defend, "Move Bitch (Get Out the Way)."
Well, as you can see, there's a bitch in his way, that he needs
not turn destructive like Shredder
But don't get it confused you know that you will lose
Like 2pac i got the juice but I'm not a rude
Type of guy I'm
low mayne
Lo mein or face this capital punishment
But y'all gon' fertilizer
Guess Ras Kass running shit
Plus doubt y'all thuggish men
Really own 2Pac
of dick
Only faithful to my bros
My rights and my wrongs
Some nights I play, 2Pac and zone
Pop on my phone, selling and flipping
Bounce to my own
True
a warzone
Bouncers actin' like cops in the club
Mother fuck around and get dropped in the club
They don't play enough 2Pac in the club
The industry done made
pagers
And 2Pac did before the plagerist came
Sword swing around, we not horsing
I'ma do mine, you do your thing
Hieroglyphics is monolithic
Chronicle
to pull me down
Don't forget the commas bro don't forget my come up though
I be doing centerfold all eyes on me 2pac
All ice on me is cold
I'm screeching
the park with a stolen base
Sipping Brisk while pissing off the rooftop
Could you stop, bandana to the side like I'm 2Pac
A lost child in this world I need
why, I'm a hustler, 'til my ass die
Even when they do come up
I'll be ready when they run up, huh
I'll be a nut to put my gun up, huh
It's 2Pac and Tha
"Why"?
Is it that nobody calls?
I want to be like Big Pun
So you can call me Big Papa
Walking with 2Pac
Motherfuckers why que pasa
I feel like
iron mike
Ambitions of a ridah
2pac with the glock
When you me coming don’t be in shock
Playing tick tock
Russian Roulette
With this bullet to ya cock
get the digits to my new spot
not the old gotta new flaw
come in pairs like 2 socks
me and you against the world like 2pac
and i hope you got your crew
say I'm a legend
Ghetto bitches be wishin they could spend a day in my presence
I'm stackin plenty dough I stay on cloud nine
Like 2Pac in "I Ain't Mad
heard that shit 2pac wannabe ass nigga (mocking P) "I ain't no rapper
I write short films"
o.k. grab your popcorn ain't no more sunshine.
Come on, O.K.,
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