Lyrics:
2 glocks
Running like 2pac , a gangsta you not
This oldhead you can’t stop
My spirit is too hot
Brave hearted and forever guarded
You not
I gotta get
of
The snow I’m finding out like two prongs
Listening to 2pac too long
But you don’t have that last at
You don’t have to rhyme like
That to be acting
Even
Glocks and bombers, box full of rock launchers
Optic lasers, 2Pac tapes and box cutters
I ain't playing with none of you cocksuckers
Make whores stop in
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
the wop
Since Floyd and Damian kept rocks in they socks, nigga
Taught 2Pac how to keep it gangster
I showed Biggie Smalls how to release his anger
Who
hoes like these new thots
A few not usual
Been groupies for thirty years
Been to 2Pac funeral told my daughter
"Can't nobody tell you you not beautiful"
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
on a tombstone
It ain't no other option
If you down to ride then you shooting at the opps here
If you down to ride then you thugging on 2pac shit
Ain't no second
could chase a mill
Or just lay low dam
When you do it big
They gon 2pac hate
When you tell the truth
They gon 2pac hate
Money ain't the issue
You is you
Fuck around with 2Pac and see how good a nigga's aim is
I'm just a rich motherfucker from the way
If this rappin' bring me money, then I'm rappin' till
that act, I mix with lemonade
Ain't talkin' juice, but these niggas yea backdoor, you like 2Pac gang
Niggas lame, NLB-5, that's my fuckin' game
Uh, uh,
{VERSE 2-Deorsey Ardae}
Lets rally up the troops its time to get this loot
We eating fillet mignon we use to eat on Campbells soup
Im like 2Pac when he
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)
and Sade
2Pac in his hey
Pray to Jesus everyday
Here and there I meditate
Keep my chakras in they place
Peace and love remains my phrase
But the thug comes
Délicat, comme choisir entre 2pac et biggie
J'avais la coupe de methode man dans le clip avec mary j
On emballait les bouches sur du r.Kelly
Et on se
waitin' on the outcome
Free 2Pac is all that's on a nigga's mind
But at the same time it seems, they tryin' to take mine
So I'mma get smart and get
waitin' on the outcome
Free 2Pac is all that's on a nigga's mind
But at the same time it seems, they tryin' to take mine
So I'mma get smart and get
worry me
Fuck the fame, I'm true to the game 'til they bury me
God gave me game, so I'm hustlin'
Pour out some liqour for my niggas, 2Pac is still
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
We in the van bumping old 2Pac shit
He speaks of his dad, how he got moved by this
Two black kids tryna maneuver through life's pits
Was it bad luck
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
like I'm 2Pac
I'm talkin' trap shit every time
That the beat drop
Too much drip I might need a mop
Keep a stick by the door when
I'm in the trap spot
Opp
it, If you can make it
Then we can make it a better day
Madden Wiz, Yahway Music
Rest in Peace to 2Pac Shakur god Bless!
like I don't spit
Burn the blessed
The truth, 2Pac jewels like I serve them wet
Vado!
This homicide was prophesized before I
Was a toddler's size
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