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2Pac
Fuck that, I stick you up like Blu Tack

If it's the hardest you're talking
I be one of the hardest barrers reporting
If it's the hardest you're

was in my position
2pac but ain't no one listening 
They riding with no ambition 
They blind with hardly no vision
Further away they know I been

fine
My timing different
Ain't even change times
When I got this bitch
Straight raised my wrist like
Johnny did it
JSL gang nigga
Kno how we rock
2pac

down
I grew up thug like I'm 2Pac in the hood
Making motherfuckers go dumb when we should
So if you got a problem, leave a tone on my phone
010-7271-9501

falling (We good, we good, falling)
We divided (Why you say that? nah this just how I look, divided, I'm good, I'm good)
Falling
As the late 2Pac would put

baby blue
Mixing punk rock with hip-hop, man, I
Just thought it was cool, uh
I was writing raps while
I was learning guitar
Bumping 2Pac and Offspring
I

uhh!

Got me feeling like I'm Makaveli
On my 2pac shit
Thug life tatted 'cross my belly and you knew that shit
My ambitions as a rider, I ride on my

flops
Choppa by the door you should think not
Pockets filled with thick knots
In my tech suit all that designer got me too hot
Hoes I hit 'em up like 2pac

get around like 2Pac said
But that was meant for Amber rose
Because we running through this industry, running through this Industry 
And like I said I

Kredulous riding shotgun next to me
He got the good drink
We on a full tank
Fuck wit ya boy Kutty Cal
Get on your hood thang
Bumpin 2Pac gripping on the wood

bitches too raw
Get around more than 2Pac

I'm tired of get'n hurt by all the ones That's s'posed to love me
Granny praying to God for my Release so she hug

rastamanem to ja jestem kurwa 2pac
Tutaj każdy jest glamour w Dolinie Klaunoow
Wspina się na mur do raju po linie fałszu
Brak tu samurajów nikt tu nie kumaju

Man, last time 2Pac came to me in a dream
I was living in Wichita, Kansas
Once I moved to LA
 I think there was so many things
Being thrown at me

Morning to afternoons
I was influenced by 2pac and Biggie Smalls
Cause my bro would always blast their
Songs bump it through the walls
I would play ball

chains on me
Super slavery
Bandana tied 2Pac thug life
Who down to ride hop inside sccrr scrr scrrr
Bitch it's hammer time
Homicide
How I kill it
Matter

and sherm up with it
Who thought, spiting rhymes would get me noticed, but it's
2pac was the one that showed me focus
And I never said that I could change

2Pac and Lil Xan
First in orbit, I'm John Glenn
Heavy content, every song ten
Call me Sean Penn
Respond with an emoji to your extra long text
Pockets

leave a nigga close casket
Get his mouth open
Still sipping syrup not a pancake in me
Go roll it 2Pac i live with it
You ain't gotta feel me
But you still

bağladım çaput (ey)
Hadi ne yapacaksak yapalım çabuk (yapalım)
Geldiğim yer bi' ghetto batağı, çamurdan çıktım
Öfkeliyim tıpkı 2Pac Amaru Shakur (ıhh)
I

gon judge
If they knew me bet they would love me 
I'm like a rose buddy In concrete like 2Pac
I just want your love and I want peace we a match made in

I'm not 2Pac but it was me against the world
My mind was losing it, putting me up in a swirl
Anger aiming everywhere, amped with this energy
But it

I get a long with 
Let's talk associates I got a long list 
Big and 2pac among the greatest I belong with 
Don't get me wrong I gotta long way to go

That's how I function
Talk about family or friends and I might just turn nothing to something
We might pull up to the function, start dumpin while 2pac is

Lyrics dyali fire they burn up
Ki 2pac tana i will hit em up
Mrid blmusic li fia ma hennani
Ji dkhul la zone 61 shab3a m3ani
Kent nkoun khayb sa3a rebbi