Lyrics:
everything in the
Someone help me please universe within the light
Someone help me! Understanding
They already did 2Pac My children, all six
gangsta)
Play or stay (gangsta)
Yeah, yeah (gangsta, gangsta)
Death Row
Yeah, yeah, my nigga 2Pac rest in peace
Dogg Pound
Dippin' real hard y'know
sweeper with a K
Nigga, this is 2Pac mixed with the old Guwop
15 years, 30 mil', nigga, who flopped?
One good song, but you ain't got a classic yet
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
a bitch
I'll dare ya ass to try to run that 2PAC shit
I goes high-ho silver like the fuckin' Moan Ranger
Playin' here's out my dick inside a total
my nigga seeing 6 figures
Black bottles popping when I'm on the turf
Two private Jets what this nigga's worth
Atlanta, Miami, Rosé
We like 2Pac
'm feeling like a muthafuckin'
Boss bangin' 2Pac
High as a muthafuckin' Queensbridge rooftop
Blowing on this purple haze
Feelin' invincible
Sellin' dope, never
Swang affiliate, X.O. sip, a gold getter
With the rest to gather, my cold killer
It's "Me Against the World" like 2Pac
And like Biggie, I'm "Ready
Game- Im feeling like a muthafuckin boss bangin 2pac
high as a muthafuckin queens bitch rooftop
blowing on this purple haze feeling invincible
sellin
bow down
I'm a Boondock Saint wearing tube socks a new Glocc
And 2Pac playin'
there's food there's vultures
More Tony now, back then I was Sosa
I was sent like a penny in a loafer
The 2Pac Deepak Chopra
On a plane drinking wine
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
they see me as 2Pac the don
And this bitch with 2 Glocks, I'm wrong
The homie still gon' roll and standin' with your biggest G
You still gon' fold, I
on girlfriend, I'm just messing wit' ya
You know I never play you
Out like a velcro mustache
Especially when you're giving up 'nough ass
And it don't stop on 2Pac
stick-ups
I better see five stars next to my picture
If not, 2Pac will cop the Glock and
Come knockin' to getcha
I told you once, motherfucker, I'm a nut
Play
talkin' 'bout we gotta move
Eviction notices, I got 'em too
Movin' dolo, this was not a group
Knockin' 2Pac and a lot of Snoop
Got the hang of this shit
behind i know your kind
The type to try to pull
2Pac down in his prime
We all human coming in
Different shapes and size
They tear you down when you
Tell
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
it out that mud shit
Niggas gay they drop the soap they on they sus shit
I'm like 2Pac with the Juice, I'm on my thug shit
Sippin' codeine in my
to win
Diz to the outside, 2Pac up the center
A ten minute game and we were the winners
The boys started smackin', talkin' that slack and
till he see
the government can't stand us
Running from the police
Let me proceed
A letter to the pen
Respect to my OGs
I keep saying
Fuck the music in my radio
2pac
man… wanna dedicate this song to a
Few of my loved ones that went on to Heaven
Big Herk magic and Chastity Johnson
Nate Dogg 2Pac
And if you’ve every
Yo Hip-Hop, Is niggas still talkin
Bout I can't rap, come on now
Look for me, Young K
Took 2Pac beat and got paid
My favorite rapper is Makaveli,
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
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