Lyrics:
that act, I mix with lemonade
Ain't talkin' juice, but these niggas yea backdoor, you like 2Pac gang
Niggas lame, NLB-5, that's my fuckin' game
Uh, uh,
Two private Jets what this nigga's worth
Atlanta, Miami, Rosé
We like 2Pac infante
They sent my nigga on house arrest
I'm coming through nigga
bumpin’ fuck cops
20 years ago bumpin’ Snoop Dogg
10 years ago bumpin’ 2Pac
Nowadays bumpin’ fuck cops, Snoop Dogg, 2Pac
Dawg when did you stop? (HOO)
Go!
ain't cut from no cloth
I was cooked in a broth
I'm made of groundbreaking mettle breaking metal like Toph
And I'm channeling my inner 2Pac
Rappers
you can't see me
Dr. Dre all day, 2Pac
Niggas can't see me
I dedicate this to you punk motherfuckers!
This one's for you, BIG baby
'Cause you bitch-ass
and Wesson in this mothafucka
Right now Greg Nice in this mothafucka
Right now LS in this mothafucka
Right now Baby Jesus And The All Star's
Right now 2Pac
punch niggaz with glasses
Back in my third grade classes, squeezin' asses
My niggaz is never over, understand
I'm a 2Pac fan, this is the realest shit I
smoke bitches say i'm too high
Living the life of Biggie and 2Pac
Nigga you know who shot
The day Jay Z go broke nigga when Snupe stop
That will be never
they wanna thug for me
Wish I was they Godfather, sell drugs for me
But all they can do is tap cuz for me
Look homie, you can be my crony
If you
waitin' on the outcome
Free 2Pac is all that's on a nigga's mind
But at the same time it seems, they tryin' to take mine
So I'mma get smart and get
waitin' on the outcome
Free 2Pac is all that's on a nigga's mind
But at the same time it seems, they tryin' to take mine
So I'mma get smart and get
bright, life threw lemons, we made lemonades for the limelight
[Hook]
Real niggas don't die, 2Pac shakur is still alive
Shots shots shots in that Mercedes
I've been thinkin'
Now I'm ridin' through traffic with 2Pac blastin'
With a bitch that's irritatin' from all these questions she askin'
Like what
2Pac
From this block to your block
You can tell the kids nod
One Nation, fuck around and
Get shot, you know, one Nation
Eastside, Westside, ha ha ha ha,
okay that 90210 talk bitches talk to me
And they send you niggas postcards
What you think I flow for?
Y'all niggas is old dog
Y'all over the hill like
okay that 90210 talk bitches talk to me
And they send you niggas postcards
What you think I flow for?
Y'all niggas is old dog
Y'all over the hill like
And my niggas say, we want the fame! C'mon
One thing we all adore
Something worth dying for
Nothing but pain, stuck in this game
Searching for
like to
Give a shout out to all
The tre whizz kids out there
Aunt Micky in the house
And I'm chilling up in the
Studio with 2Pac and
Cocoa G and uh
and on that 2Pac
In front of them ooh-wops, trying to show out, that's the ho route
Talking loud talkin' 'bout that's gangsta shit
me the truth
I dapped up Steve jobs special edition iPod 2
I with 2pac 2
Ride around Mercedes coupe
Kick like Bruce Lee
Baby what the routine been
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
me to give a nigger-y twenty-one gun salute
That's seven shots for 2pac
Seven for Biggie Smalls
Seven for Freaky Tah up in your neighborhood malls
everything in the
Someone help me please universe within the light
Someone help me! Understanding
They already did 2Pac My children, all six
the Feds
Eating good drinking Champagne
And breaking bread
This is for my dog's in Watts and shit
2Pac got your back, who can stop the hit?
And even with
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