Lyrics:
call it graffiti
And I'll never trust a pussy that comes to me easy
I love my city I put on for it Jeezy and Yeezy
The bitches the baddest we call them
could chase a mill
Or just lay low dam
When you do it big
They gon 2pac hate
When you tell the truth
They gon 2pac hate
Money ain't the issue
You is you
they too busy with 2Pac and Biggie though
You niggas don't feel me though
That was on Suge's watch, I'll take Suge's watch
You dissin' Drizzy, that's
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
vibe with me, ride with me
Ayy
Lie for me, die for me
Ayy
Just vibe with me, ride with me
Ayy
Lie for me, die for me
Ayy
Like 2Pac said, I just want
niggas all talkin' crazy
Hottest nigga spittin' and they can't debate it
I didn't really know 2Pac or Big
But know the beast within'll reincarnate 'em
Immortalz)
And 2Pac Makaveli outlaw Immortalz
You know how we do this shit nigga
Give me my money in stacks
And lace my bitches with dime figures
Real niggas
We can lunch box
Scammed a bald nigga out his check
He look like 2Pac
I'm fuckin' on a bitch so good
She thought that I had two cocks
I'm so fuckin'
Glocks and bombers, box full of rock launchers
Optic lasers, 2Pac tapes and box cutters
I ain't playing with none of you cocksuckers
Make whores stop in
Master P, Lil' Rick, 2Pac
All my niggas Down South hustlin'
And all the motherfuckin' real niggas on the West Coast
The best coast, toast to the best
niggaz, but I still don't feel em
And this for the listeners, and prisoners
And them jealous rap cats that prefer dissin us
My 16's be so real, you can
taking shots, I'm 2Pac up on the strip, nigga
Fuck up some money some more
I'm all in the club with your ho
Bad bitches on the pole
All this money
a tight noose
Cause most of ya'll rappers all
2Pac and the Outlawz
75 percent of ya'll publishin'
Doubt ya'll thuggish men
Face this capital punishment
even know your name
It's a shame, you crackin' 'em up and fuckin' a nigga like 2Pac up
I'm leavin' these foes to be the flowers and wake don't get me
like a hoop star
Black marble, white walls in my new spot
Four chains, big studs, a nigga too fly
Top down, tank top, I think I'm 2Pac
So I'm labeled
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
need my groove back (no)
Unless the nigga lookin' like 2Pac (oh)
Unless he got colors like Toucan
Sam (uh-huh), Sam I am (whew)
Different color
got da coke?
Here go da money. you got the coke?
I ain't comin for no coffee beans, straight up coke and weed, bitch
Jumped in my cutlass, rollin
beside me, and 2Pac me
Holla if you hear me, tears flowing sincerely
Check up on my block weekly, my health yearly
Something's wrong with me, niggas
wheels then turn 2pac up. I got my rocks up but now dem dope phenes taking pills won’t let that stop nun. When it’s beef homie we not running just hold my
Only three years old when 2pac died
Only three years old when 2pac died
They told me that pain you can feel worldwide
And i know i was just a baby
(whoa)
I guess I'm just here for your amusement (yeah)
You've seen it all before, guys know how the story goes
It's like 2Pac never died, sit back,
FOREPLAY 2pac Skakur
CARESS a military mind nigga
A military mind mean money
A criminal grind nigga
A criminal grind mean hustle
You know
We
ain't fuck with it
It's a hunned grand a waup
Bitch you be strugglin'
When I'm on the block they be loving me
Word to 2pac it's the thug in me
When I'm
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