Lyrics:
you never questioned when I said I
Would be a mogul before I visit 2Pac and Left-eye
Eazy and Aaliyah when I see you we gon' test drive
A Lambo in
seen God
Niggas sellin' crack, Dre sellin' headphones
2Pac in heaven, bumpin' Biggie "Dead Wrong"
Cherry red Impala, Bobble head red bone
I just killed
ki's, I'mma get him, think I won't? (better get'em)
And my nigga 2Pac got the fucking Glock cocked, and he's ready
When the kid, didn't even bring
Smoke some'n
They tryna find 2Pac
Don't let 'em find 2Pac
He evade the press
He escape the stress
La da da da da
La da da da da
La da da da da
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
yeah I’m Shynin with my shootas
90210, here with the mop out
Trenchtown, dun da da, on my Ack shit
Bandana on me, 2Pac shit
Cash out, yeah I'm Shynin
the second Celebrity Deathmatch (ding ding)
So tell the medic to bring the medication and quickly (hurry up man!)
I'm sicker than a 2Pac dedication to Biggie
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
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
2Pac
Where Do We Go From Here (Interlude)
2Pac
Hit ’Em Up
2Pac
[Hook]
I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto
I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto
I wonder if Heaven
or the
Legs of a hoochie
And that's off top like a toupee, I'm 2Pac
Coming back for doomsday, spitting at cops
Go and cop my album
Get high to it, pop some
the stash box popped 2 glocks
Peace "All Eyez On Me," 2Pac
Everybody know he a boss he still gotta floss
He on the same bullshit that sent Gotti up north
the corner all eyes on me
Like I'm 2Pac niggas envy wanna shakur me
Haters, why get mad? I get paper
All black Camaro lookin like Darth Vader
Diamonds in ma
Moshin' to nostalgic rock shit, I'm Brock
Bitch
Semi-automatic might blast like Team Rocket
Wait, and tell 'em I'm mixing that
Slayer with that 2Pac
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
put me on
They garn know where I'm coming from
Ca where I'm from we've never won
Na they cnt rap like this
Im tryna trap like him
Feeling like 2pac
begging me
You know what you should've capped like 2pac with a glock
They're deadly, better not upset my thug mentality sucker
You know you done fucked
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
They don't wanna let me shine
They don't wanna see me glow
Everyday hating me
Got their eyes on me
I've been feeling like 2pac
Yeah
Why you beefing
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'
really ride
They piggy back, I'll trade them all
To have 2Pac and Biggie back
Facts, don't give me dap
Don't want your pity want fifty fifty
Just give
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.
to win
Diz to the outside, 2Pac up the center
A ten minute game and we were the winners
The boys started smackin', talkin' that slack and
till he see
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