Lyrics:
just a nut
No homo, I can do that with my hand, bitch
What? Bitch I think I'm 2Pac
Bitch I think I'm 2Pac
Niggas talk that shit 'til they
Get their ass
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
talking]
"I'll tell you what.
Why don't you and your bitches get wit' me and my niggaz
and we can set this mothafucka off Drunkenstyle.
Feel me?"
I better see five stars next to my picture
If not, 2Pac will cock the Glock and come knockin' to getcha
I told you once, motherfucker, I'm a nut
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 to Die" for what
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
fear, sittin around watchin muthafuckas die
The faces of death
Who coulda predicted 2pac would be next?
Read ghetto text: if you live by the sword
that people know Truth is the Truth)
That's why 2pac dead and still got the juice
(That's why he dead and still got the juice)
Two times for my side
I need
Pour out a little liquor for the RIPs
Feel like 2Pac
All Eyez On Me
All Eyez On Me
Where to go
I know my way
Been lost but I found my way
Three months in, no feature
Trynna get some pennies for the GoYard
Hit a blunt, you know I'ma GET IT
'Bout to get high with 2Pac and Biggie
Been a long
of ya'll nigga's hairline
I'm fucking yellow bitches they blooming like a celandine
I got like 14 they show me love like it's valentines
And who said 2pac
And these niggas wanna play with me
Why you gotta do that? Like
You never knew that
Man'a go there and leave em slumped like 2Pac
They wanna see me lose my
fuck the world on my 2pac
100 Miles an hour to da top spot
Feel like beans in 02
Da mics I rock
Run up them numbers I carry different stock
Switched
this what the police-(Kane and his Nigga's tweak)
Ya'll scared like some bitches
Hit'em up, Hit'em up
Just like 2Pac
Get'em up, Get'em up
Many Men
and flossa
For 2Pac ya drought nigga who shot ya
Saw this beam light, scream like Chewbacca
We got twats on lock the tiny tots
My mom say stop or I'm gonna
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
around California
Like I am 2pac
Real Nigga
I got a family of hustlers and gangsters
And killers and criminals
Watch out
If we got smoke then I aim for
this shit ain't funny
Hit em up yea 2pac
Jus moved to a new block
Shit krazy wish tha mood stop
Need a whip no roof top
Need a crib wit my own space
Hands up high) rIP to 2Pac
(Get your hands up high, hands up high
Hands up high) nigga roll that good shit
(Get your hands up high, hands up high
Hands up
everything in the
Someone help me please universe within the light
Someone help me! Understanding
They already did 2Pac My children, all six
everything in the
Someone help me please universe within the light
Someone help me! Understanding
They already did 2Pac My children, all six
the juice like 2pac
I can make more than you with just 2 rocks
Fuck 2Chains Bitch i got 2 Glocks
Shoot flame Lue Caine get you shot
Be a lame if i think
the case speak
White sheets all on your block, who callin' the shots
We hit that man first then his faculty drop
I went, 2Pac on 'em, showed 'em what I had
drop, yeah riding on a nigga like 2PAC
I forgot to bring the baby her juice box, riding on a nigga like 2PAC
Three bitches at one time, two shots, riding
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