Lyrics:
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
I don't got the key to get in
So when you see me on your block with two Glocks
Screamin', "Fuck the world," like 2Pac
I just don't give a fuck!
on)
And I pray you feel the same way as that 2Pac song
We ain't your hoes or your bitches, trophies, or meant for pimpin'
Recognize a gift from God
only person I trust is God, trust no one, like 2Pac he said)
He said trust nobody
I seen my homeboy do me kinda wrong
That's why you never hear Lil
far from the binoculars
So, that smart money finna get that heat out the car
Yo, I'm K-Dot Lamar meets 2Pac Shakur
I got profiled by a few cops, too
And
Never let Pharrell get his shot
And never let Lenny get his shot?
But I’mma tell y’all right now
I will take that spot i am 2Pac of
This clothing shit
God bless 2pac rest his soul
God bless hip-hop protect this flow
God rest them wack mc’z that stress my soul
& make it so I can’t hear my baby…
ain't it ?
Love me, Or Hate me, but I ain't stoppin till I'm on top
I'm screamin' "Fuck the world" like 2pac
Say my name and you might get shot
Its
go to jail right
and fuck that nigga fuck that nigga fuck you too nigga
2Pac (overlapping)
I'm in this muthafucka
I guess these muthafuckas tryin'
ain't cut from no cloth
I was cooked in a broth
I'm made of groundbreaking mettle breaking metal like Toph
And I'm channeling my inner 2Pac
Rappers
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
the dark
No matter what, it still can't ease my broken heart
First 2Pac died, then Biggie died and it greatly impacted me
Then history repeated itself,
Godde
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The cops in The background while 2Pac speaks:
Cop:
A Srg a we've got a 2Pac
Gettin' 2Pac money twice over
Still a real nigga, red Coogi sweater, dice roller
I'm makin' love to the angel of death
Catchin' feelings never stumble
to change
And I pray, I pray that someday we will
But you should know you're not alone
But still we gon' fight
Yeah, yeah
I remember 2Pac said it
on
Let the cries out
Wave a whole chicken by his
Legs near the crotch smells
Sweating bullets in the tip
Blow torching his flesh
I seen his face melt
Drip
Of The Fittest-Mobb Deep, and Lost Boyz
Lickin shots got the game hot
They even flipped on 2PAC
Snoop Doggy Dogg put the West Coast in gear
Dr Dre, NWA, Eazy E's in
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
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
prolly looking down saying them nigga's wild
I know who giving knowledge up there, 2Pac
He looking down like what happened to this hip hop?
Biggie
We tradin' war stories
War stories, nigga
What players do?
Thug Life, Outlaw Immortalz
Motherfuckin' 2Pac a.k.a. Makaveli
Can you feel me?
Just
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
fooling
Exotic bitch on me like Mulan
In the SRT bitch I'm zooming
Yeah, you look at me like I'm inhuman
All eyes on me like I'm 2pac
These niggas wanna
They put, all eyez on me
Makin' em a molly poppin zombie, see
So I say 2pac and prodigy is living within us
There presence was enuf to give us smoke
I'd
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