Lyrics:
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
everything in the
Someone help me please universe within the light
Someone help me! Understanding
They already did 2Pac My children, all six
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
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,
still dissin', wonderin' why I ain't sayin' it
I can smell the setup, that's that 2Pac in Vegas hit
I revealed myself and some don't know what to make
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
surgery (Serious)
Must be blind deaf dumb if you ain't heard of me
"Versace, Versace," I did that in the 90s
With 2Pac and $hort and the Click and K-Ci
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
ain't come over here to get
Strokin' and all that bullshit
You came over her to get fucked
I fuck you thug style, baby
You leave my house sayin'
2Pac game
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
my adversaries they don't understand what we go through
To become a man, we sheddin tattoed tears
Chorus: 2Pac + Young Noble
I said many times
jack in my lab, don't wanna see 2Pac
Got two spots, a new lot, flooded with rocks
Shoot-outs makin' me hot, crooked cops Bad Tony and the ball drop
In
jack in my lab, don't wanna see 2Pac
Got two spots, a new lot, flooded with rocks
Shoot-outs makin' me hot, crooked cops Bad Tony and the ball drop
In
On yo' block you prolly bred a Fat Pat or 2Pac
Or Big Pun, or B.I., ya homeboys from knee, high
And even when it was storming outside, that nigga'd be by
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
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
a ratchet, what's good?
It happens in Compton, happens in Queens, happened to Big L
Happened to Chinx and 2Pac in that passenger's seat
Sometimes it's
corner riding with him ha Ha
All they see is black venom
Then my silhouette
Just watch the fear reappear in they
Eyes when I hit the set
Oh no, 2Pac wit'
the Neptune sound
Okay, hot Hov', too hot to hold
Ladies love me long time like 2Pac sold
Only way to roll, Jigga and two ladies
I'm too cold, Motorola, two
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
the pen like my cousin Bud
Lunatic Insane, and my partner T-Love
Big Tom, Ray Ray, Killa Cuddy, Mac Dre
Cleek, Jamal, Jinx and Bluebonic, man
[ 2Pac ]
Now
shit hook up
Though how that shit hook up?
Can I get some?
I love that ghetto shit (That ghetto shit)
I love that 2Pac shit (2Pac shit)
I'm that nigga
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
2Pac rest in peace man
We got this man, 2004 shit man
This shit from the heart ya'll
Huh, I wish the best for my enemies
Brrrraaaaa-a ahhh
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