Lyrics:
so you put me on Big and 2Pac
'Fore we came a long way, L.A. With B and Jay
Or flyin' to Coachella playing Spades on PJ's
Gimme three days, my
too fly
I'm 2Pac I done flew by
Girl can't deep throat cause its too wide
Water in her eyes but at least she trying
Fried fried I'm scrambled
Fried
will die before
They ever recoup that shit
Still we coup this whip
You really want that notorious film? You
Best record like 2Pac did
(Daily Duppy 32
Why is ratting at an all time high?
Why are you even alive?
Why they kill 2pac n' Chris?
Why, at the bar, you ain't take straight shots instead
Why is ratting at an all time high?
Why are you even alive?
Why they kill 2pac n' Chris?
Why, at the bar, you ain't take straight shots instead
like RIP
I dropped 2Pac Back and did it BIG
America's most wanted like Chi Ali
I'm too young to be doing this
They need to see ID
Ross said I'm hot, Tip
like RIP
I dropped 2Pac Back and did it BIG
America's most wanted like Chi Ali
I'm too young to be doing this
They need to see ID
Ross said I'm hot, Tip
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
was Diddy
When it came to the music then she got real picky
From New York, but preferred 2Pac over Biggie
No disrespect to Ms. Wallace, but she liked
of there
Same place you put your hat
My niggas throwing hollows there
I'm loading up the oo-wop listening to 2Pac
I'm a dope boy so the money in the shoe
I'm not 2Pac but it was me against the world
My mind was losing it, putting me up in a swirl
Anger aiming everywhere, amped with this energy
But it
hate to see boss playa like 2pac did sing
But my socks is clean, in tippity top shape
Now stop wait a minute I’m bout to break the brigade
You’re always
gangsta)
Play or stay (gangsta)
Yeah, yeah (gangsta, gangsta)
Death Row
Yeah, yeah, my nigga 2Pac rest in peace
Dogg Pound
Dippin' real hard y'know
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
all the death doom
That's the prophecy
And they sorta left room for hypocrisy
So I see no changes like 2Pac you see
Hit em up!
And that's why I speak
muthafucking Krusaders
You don't play me, I play you
My Debut feeling like Jesus
Power Numbers like Babe Ruth
I'm Ninja Turtle in They Foot
I'm 2Pac taking they
shit that got Big and 2Pac killed (it's Gucci)
Haha
Okay
For the record, this is not a diss record
It's just the truth
It's Gucci, the livin'
shit that got Big and 2Pac killed (it's Gucci)
Haha
Okay
For the record, this is not a diss record
It's just the truth
It's Gucci, the livin'
that shit, I'll knock you out
A nigga be pickin' you up off of the ground for thinkin' you 2Pac
And shawty give me neck till I pass out
And she just
Bounce 2 This Ghetto jam
Bounce 2 This Ghetto jam
Verse 1
Yeah
Yo yeah
In the bay Ladies
Think we
Remind them as 2pac and the outlaws
Chasing
How can Lynch be wrong?
How can 2Pac be wrong? Bitch!
Come gangsta
Throw your rags in the air
And know that nobody there
Will compare to your
me in a daze
I can hear 2Pac tellin' me to be strong (you better be strong)
But my nigga got stoned and left us out here alone (you better be strong)
droppin' evil with the people as my posse
Yo whoever shot 2Pac Amaru Shakur
Will forever be a dead man
Laying on the floor
Revolutionary thug shit dieing
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