Lyrics:
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
listen to 2pac sample on hit em up ma hommie
If you dey find love make money
Don't wanna get snubbed make money
If you are getting unnecessary attitude you
Yeah
Rest in peace to the one and only 2Pac
Hardcore from the brain
Let's fuckin do this
I ain't got no time for people actin like punks everywhere I
they see me as 2Pac the don
And this bitch with 2 Glocks, I'm wrong
The homie still gon' roll and standin' with your biggest G
You still gon' fold, I
the candle lit, my nigga never rowed
Niggas caught him slipping, gave him a shit bag
Five shots to the stomach, 2Pac gift pack
It's death row, conspiracy
the candle lit, my nigga never rowed
Niggas caught him slipping, gave him a shit bag
Five shots to the stomach, 2Pac gift pack
It's death row, conspiracy
granny house with vanilla wafers
This the remedy, the seperation
2Pac of my generation
Blue pill in the fuckin' Matrix
Red rose in the gray pavement
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
m's
Know some shooters but they out here touching rims
Feel like 2pac I'm balling above the rim
You a rookie go play in another gym
Need a diamond I
teardrops
The road still long and I don't have a gearbox
So I'm making my first stop
Ten years later I'm the broer you can learn from
I'm the Kapstaad's 2Pac
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
Lyrics dyali fire they burn up
Ki 2pac tana i will hit em up
Mrid blmusic li fia ma hennani
Ji dkhul la zone 61 shab3a m3ani
Kent nkoun khayb sa3a rebbi
Mr. Did her wrong
Mr. Sing a song
Hit a bong, Mr. Cheech and Chong
Mr. In my zone
Mr. 2Pac Herringbone, on my collar bone
Heat is on, mister
Mr.
the remission for all of our sins
When I was a young one the preacher put oil on my sixth chakra (sixth chakra)
He knew when I was older I'd wanna follow 2Pac
ThunderCat bitch! (ho oh oh)
Boot it up with them moon rocks
Sippin' on that 2Pac
Thug passion if you askin'
Got NASA up in my tube sock
Make you come out
of 2pac man you should see we resemble
And now I'm bringing old school back like transformers assemble
Don't need to settle for a level I achieved in
flops
Choppa by the door you should think not
Pockets filled with thick knots
In my tech suit all that designer got me too hot
Hoes I hit 'em up like 2pac
like i'm 2Pac
Niggas is stuck on old money so i'm bringing the new guap
Everytime I walk up in this bitch they be like "You Hot!"
Niggas getting too hot
cappin
I was hella high
Last night I don't know what happened
40 by my side
Try to rob me then I'm blastin
I get all the eyes
Just like 2pac when he rappin
smoke the best of dro while she down with some jack-jack
My eyes like the red carpet still on the blue side
They locked me up just like 2Pac and I
F*** 2Pac that n**** ain't s***
That n**** ain't from moherf***in' New York
That n**** be out there with them Cali n****s
Yo n**** man f*** Pac
Fuck 2Pac that nigga ain't shit
That nigga ain't from moherfuckin' New York
That nigga be out there with them Cali niggas
Yo nigga man fuck Pac
on an LP
Take me to ER ASAP for an IV
Motherfuck JLB, they don't support no hip hop
They say that's where it ends, the closest they gon' come is 2Pac
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