Lyrics:
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This young bald headed nigga ain't shit
(Baby I want it, Baby I need it)
Looking like a knock off 2pac and shit
Nigga claim he talking bout
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
My inner 2Pac shit
Thug Life
THUG LIFE
Peace GOD that’s how you greet us
Rich righteous teachers
Paradise I’m tryna lead us
But I’m stuck inside my
Through the window I was watching
Like a sniper with a rifle and
A life full of debt 2Pac fell off because he
Didn’t know the ledge
Respect the Jesus Juice
the pen like my cousin Bud
Lunatic Insane, and my partner T-Love
Big Tom, Ray Ray, Killa Cuddy, Mac Dre
Cleek, Jamal, Jinx and Bluebonic, man
[ 2Pac ]
Now
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
me in a daze
I can hear 2Pac tellin' me to be strong (you better be strong)
But my nigga got stoned and left us out here alone (you better be strong)
2Pac up in Quad
You got touched but no one was charged
Hustlers was shuffling the cards
Bust the gun down and flush the parts
Whatever don't fit just
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
Maîtrise la clé de sol, FABigRun
California Love comme dirait 2Pac
Tes lyrics me touchent ap
J'rap en direct live du fond du puit's
La tess c'est sans issue
plainte
California Love comme dirait 2Pac
Tes lyrics me touchent ap
J'rappe en direct live du fond du puit's
La tess' est sans issue
FAmeurt? (snif snif) ça
aimed
The Reaper calling was enough to
Put 2Pac in paint
Murals of dead heroes, apocalyptic rain
We look above at all the scriptures say
Which is why,
knowin I have to have a nine
And half the time I paccs mac with two Gloccs
I sport a vest, fucc that shit they did to 2pac
Don't take it off for shit
Yeah, I'm just a hustler on the go
Out here get my propers don't ya know
I'm livin' kind of comfortable, large mail and all yeah
And a jealous
Yeah, I'm just a hustler on the go
Out here get my propers, don't ya know?
I'm livin' kind of comfortable, large mail and all, yeah
And a jealous
California
Where the hustlers all reside
We got more bounce in California
Rollin' easy when we ride
Well excuse me for a while
But it's time to propagate
I'm
[Chorus]
California's the state where punk niggas die.
First thought be survival every mornin' when I rise.
So many murders and homicides in
or underground
It's westside if you from the westside get up off the ground
My ridahs we mobbin up, this California
I pulled myself where I'm at, I don't owe ya
I'm gona get it
That you can depend
Pocket full of hundred stacks my friend
No g no need to pretend
I'll race you by the stroke of my flow mang
Deine
raised in the inner city by ballers with diamonds
Climbin the benzes, rollin philles, we younger minors
Me, I be the one that's only 12 years old
Crankin
City by ballers with diamonds
Climbin the Benzes, rollin Philles
We younger minors
Me, I be the one that's only 12 years old
Crankin off the hook from
[Chorus]
California's the state where punk niggas die.
First thought be survival every mornin' when I rise.
So many murders and homicides in
Rollin'
through the city
Its amazin',
We
come from the streets
gang banging was too raw
1993, I was bumping some of that Snoop Dogg
I'm surrounded by
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