Lyrics:
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
Demon Loc
Damn too many of my homies got smoked
Before I lost 2Pac I lost my Grand Pa
Tha Raw dogg, I called him pa pa, aah naw
Not Reverend Harris
can play a new part:
Develop new DVDs, new books, new art
Open new food marts with hip-hop
Food charts and food carts
Playing 2Pac while you shop (Do
that
Implacable
Drop it make make sure I reclaim it
Watch for that extension on legacy
Of 2pac Shakur
Ha I'm bluffing
Ask your self why everybody great
heard that shit 2pac wannabe ass nigga (mocking P) "I ain't no rapper
I write short films"
o.k. grab your popcorn ain't no more sunshine.
Come on, O.K.,
and poked on shit that is potent
Fresh out the pot, 2Pac couldn't picture my rollin'
Hook
Cam'ron:
I said it's the Diplomats, y'all kickin' is chicken
Kanye, Nujabes n some 2Pac
This is the soundtrack to my life
Crisis modern day music some gems but mostly hype it's
Fake shit tell me what's the basis
Pose
millions
Real G's chug it with me
If I'm happy there's no reason
You should be sad for
So will somebody, can somebody please
Ha! Is you niggas hating 'cause
red dot
Compact Nina and it got that green dot
Mini stick in the kitchen by that crack pot
Trapping on Westwood, I feel like I'm 2Pac
Powered up
I'm Chewbacca
In a Redeye, got two choppers
I'ma hit 'em up, I'ma 2Pac 'em
Fly, tall nigga, call me Big Poppa
I'm a big target, got a good lawyer
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
young
Blasting loud through my speakers
Im rolling joints highed up avoiding the demons
2Pac is my teacher Nip Hussle is the reason
I grind so hard even
feeling like 2Pac
I'm feeling like 2pac
All eyes on me when i step in the room
I'm making that money
I'm making that money
I'm making that money
I'm
are not the same
You already know, bro
That is why they’re fighting hard to relegate us
Look, man, way back, they shot 2pac
Naff ah them ah false
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
with us
You a op and you an enemy now
Boss nigga calling shots like
I'm Penny Liddell
I hit them bitches that you
Never see at 70 down
Look, 2Pac back,
everything in the
Someone help me please universe within the light
Someone help me! Understanding
They already did 2Pac My children, all six
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
clock-in with me
Like Rakim to Jeezy, The Doctor to Yeezy, 2pac or to Weezy, The Roc on the beat
Kamara to Dalvin to Barkley to Caffrey to Zeke or Lamar
Know Bookoo said I'm the new 2Pac
Nigga be sayin' I'm the new Jeezy (Flexin' on that bitch, hol' up)
I told him I'm not, though (Shit is scripted)
mind, Christopher Wallace of my time
R.I.P. to the legend, 2Pac Shakur with a nine
Makaveli returns it's God forgives, and I don't
Resurrection
we just prove them wrong
Just had to "Hold On Be Strong" Just like 2PAC
No matter how many times they shoot us down
Still we'll shoot our shots
OF NIGGAS PLAY THE GAME, NOT TOO MANY WIN
FROM BEGINNING TO ENDING, MY ALBUMS BE HITTIN'
TWO GLOCKS, THEY BE TWINNING
2PAC MY AMBITION, AS A MOTHAFUCKIN'
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