Lyrics:
Yeah, fool spice 1, LP, 2Pac
Doin' it like that
Takin' it one day at a time
Stayin' Headstrong, you know
Life is way too hard let them know 'Pac:
bitch for the kill
She answer back, I'ma swarm it
Probably all be in Florida
I put your bitch in that cool water
Say I remind her of 2Pac
32 shots in my
niggas gettin' rolled up
You think not gettin' dropped
We can handle this
'Cause 2Pac brain locked on a cannabis
Days are dangerous, shoot 'em
But you
Why is ratting at an all time high?
Why are you even alive?
Why they kill 2pac n' Chris?
Why, at the bar, you ain't take straight shots instead
Why is ratting at an all time high?
Why are you even alive?
Why they kill 2pac n' Chris?
Why, at the bar, you ain't take straight shots instead
fear, sittin around watchin muthafuckas die
The faces of death
Who coulda predicted 2pac would be next?
Read ghetto text: if you live by the sword
good?
It happens in Compton, happens in Queens, happened to Big L
Happened to Chinx and 2Pac in that passenger's seat
Sometimes it's internal, happens
was Diddy
When it came to the music then she got real picky
From New York, but preferred 2Pac over Biggie
No disrespect to Ms. Wallace, but she liked
You ain't gotta ask if she digg me, of course she did I'm witty
I'm a product of my city, that 2Pac and that Biggie
My jewels pop with that pretty
Naughty By Nature 2Pac and BIG shit
I am the piece of the puzzle that's probably missing
And I guess im here for that jive
So all the swagger jackers need
Yukmouth be wrong?
How can Lynch be wrong?
How can 2Pac be wrong? Bitch!
[Repeat Chorus]
[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
I've been nice to you rapper cats for
They say Henny make the world go 'round
2Pac wouldn't been shit without his mama
Obama wouldn't be shit without his mama, and his baby mama
See
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
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
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
everywhere 'fore
A nigga stop and I still'll be crawlin'
Fightin' to get up
By the sweat of my brow, I came too far
Dirty niggas wanted 2Pac me in the car
Pick
Turned around, shot him with the same Glock
So you say you shot him with the same Glock
Young nigga feeling like 2Pac
Still will hit a nigga with
Story tellst
Boom, Diggi, bye, bye, Super Soaker, Drive-By
Arbeit Rhymes schreiben, 2Pac in der Freizeit
(heh)
Was für Diesel, Digga? Bleifrei ist
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
or 2Pac
But be yourself and maybe you'll be too hot
But don't think you the shit
Because I'll be around to scoop
You up real quick
I'll put you in my
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
chi-chang (Huh)
Yellow in my diamonds, lemon ring
I’m feeling like 2Pac in this rap game
(Shakur)
Giuseppe steppers never looked better
Bring the chinchilla
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
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