Lyrics:
in my blue jeans
Only thing I can envision nigga is them new things
New coupe new crib new chain new watch
So its all eyes on me nigga 2Pac
Red
(here we go)
I'm a Southside nigga
You can come through and ask for me
Systems thumping and pumping
2Pac blast for me
Cali show me love, but me I'm from
back in the day people
Actually gave a fuck
We didn't luck up with a 2Pac Shakur
All we got is rappers throwin’ money
That make us want more
Damn,
at'cha
I'll never be popular
Like that 2pac "I ain't mad at'cha"
So baby beware
This game of life is like do or die
It's hell on this Earth
The only
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
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,
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
2Pac lives, when I talk shit solo start tonight inside audience
Throwin' shots but they always miss
Real nigga like a Saudi prince, my nigga AK took it
spark thug luvin you hard
not makin love to Al Green shyt we`re bumpin 2pac
cuz ima rida
you my rida
we gon be together til somebody dies-a
and god willin
me in the streets, fuck the billboard charts
Molly in the bag, lean in my cup
Your main bitch on Facetime acting like a slut
2Pac shit, hit 'em up
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
the cops
I feel like 2Pac
It's me against the world and
I can't be stopped just me in the drop, came
From holes in my sock, and now I got guap
Yo' bitch
feeling like a muthafuckin'
Boss bangin' 2Pac
High as a muthafuckin' Queensbridge rooftop
Blowing on this purple haze
Feelin' invincible
Sellin' dope, never
west
Would have been fresh, on tour stopping through
To get caught caught up with you
But all that's left is a shoe box and pictures
Just like 2Pac
Game- Im feeling like a muthafuckin boss bangin 2pac
high as a muthafuckin queens bitch rooftop
blowing on this purple haze feeling invincible
sellin
When I rhyme, I put rappers on da spot
Recording in da same studio, 2Pac got shot
Bringing to da game new ideas
I cop more respect than u, I aint dropped
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
Me and 2Pac were soldiers
Of the same struggle
You lames could huddle, your team's shook
Y'all feel the wrath of a killer
'cause this is my football
tech
and 2pac will see you in our room wit your victorias
secret see thru I thought you knew
Chorus
Pac:
I call you up long distance
me, plus my nigga Zilla in this bitch
I don't give a fuck I'm back on my Ridgecrest shit
Yellin' "Thug Life", Niggas on that 2Pac shit
Minnesota
direction that left me in true shock
Like when 2Pac got shot
The whammy
I drop my secrete scripts of the uncanny
Broadcastin' live and direct throughout
this is OG Brooklyn shit
Not for impostors, pour out a shot of vodka for them
Big L, Big Poppa, Big Pun, 2Pac
The jungle is too savage, rap true
down and laughing at'cha
I never be bothered like 2pac
I ain't mad at'cha
So baby beware
This game of life is like do or die
It's hell on this earth
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
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