Lyrics:
2pac especially
Thug Life
It's hard to defend, "Move Bitch (Get Out the Way)."
Well, as you can see, there's a bitch in his way, that he needs
living my life
Tryna get my money right
Only the real by my side
My baby like China she fine
2pac all eyes on me, they loving the way that I shine
I don't
keep a distance, huh
Dream motion living, being broke
Got me livid, huh
Bitches after bitches, huh
All my niggas 2Pac
Speaking revolution or that shit
growing like little lion zombie, seeing my self over notorious Bad than 2PAC
Arrangeing my pack to the world.
Bringing devastation upon you fake Niggas
heard that shit 2pac wannabe ass nigga (mocking P) "I ain't no rapper
I write short films"
o.k. grab your popcorn ain't no more sunshine.
Come on, O.K.,
a rematch, you know who won
Shout to my brothers in 0121
See the black and white poster with 2Pac and Biggie on?
Yeah we startin' a new one
And I won't
Cole's house apparently
You thought the kids that were raising these new blocks
Would change the world be the brains, let's walk by 2Pac
Instead we talk
'cause I heard that the slug's bigger
Figure the first motherf***er to jump'll find hisself
Gettin' swept off his feet by the pump
I put that on my
shallow graves
Like shoop-shooby do-bop
Honorable Elijah, Reverend Doc
Then Stokeley, 2Pac
Type of dude to turn your girl's
Vagina to a tube sock
Stock,
earthquakes shake and shape destiny
I'm like X, Y & Z i stick by the back door
Let it go free, that's what the track's for
My jobbie job is to rock a party
My shit rock like 2Pac or Os on a ghetto stove
My flows will leave 'em weak, you see the rose petals blow
Gun smoke settles slow when I blow the cold
"Why"?
Is it that nobody calls?
I want to be like Big Pun
So you can call me Big Papa
Walking with 2Pac
Motherfuckers why que pasa
I feel like
2Pac and it's fuck the law
Cash out on a foreign, I don't care what it cost
It came wit' a horse, she hear the exhaust
I got me a check, went
you 'bout to drink Blued Out with?
Play Suge, get lined on some 2Pac shit
Two joints together, Queensbridge, oowop shit
Home invasion, nigga, I shoot
a muthafuckin case like 2Pac
A real nigga gotta have balls and brains
To maintain in the game
Livin in the city with the killers and thugs
And might be dealin
the park with a stolen base
Sipping Brisk while pissing off the rooftop
Could you stop, bandana to the side like I'm 2Pac
A lost child in this world I need
GOD, I want my brothers to eat together while I’m here
Took so many hits, I don’t know if n****z can even heal that quick
I can’t cry for long, this
goin off like I'm rich
Stayin true to my shit
I might spark the light that can change the world goin 2Pac in dis bitch
I been makin hits not noticing
And they say we ain't hip-hop
Raised by Big Pop and 2Pac
Get your shit rocked
Smoke you like my pipe do
Ignite the flame (Lighter Sound)
If greatness was
in graffiti, like 2Pac or Biggie, I feel like a milli
My niggas, they gave me a shot (a shot)
It got me a spot (a spot), and now I'm the hot boy
in peace 2pac from master p, doin' 2-11s
187 khadafi, murder
Puttin' niggas in six foot motherfuckin' gurters
If you fuck with this tru clique
Nigga
God why it so hard for me
To let it go by
Can't let my brother hope
Down
I got to raise high
Got to raise from death and fly
High to sky
This pain hurt
wants to contain us (why?)
'Cause they scared, they don't wanna see anyone as dangerous (not at all)
As a 2Pac or Malcom X, per se (As-salamu alaykum)
2Pac's day
Me and Church the new version
Of 2Pac and Dre then
And I don't chase fame I
Let the fame chase me
And I ain't gonna change or
Let the change
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