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Verse 1 
RTG blaze gang bitch we hella hot 
Bitch if it's up its goin down like young Joc 
She said she need a thug in her life well I'm 2pac 
Talkin

and sporty
Can't wait to see your grill when you turn 40
Far from a sex symbol and you can't pronounciate
But 2Pac passed, so they signed it anyway
Stretch

the ground my niggas is going down
40 on the pound im steppin in london town
Tim westwood we smoking the best good
Tell a motherfuckas i ain't 2pac
But you'll

as young niggas making big fat stacks
I tried to do it legal making records
Heavy bent like 2Pac said "it didn't
Pay the fucking rent"
So now I'm

Cough it up
And then toss it up
I get around
Like 2Pac and such
I Suge it up
Till my pockets stuffed
She on D
Tryin' to lock it up
Grip it tight I'ma bust

michael jackson thriller
Gotta get it when it's here ride strait to the top
cll eyes on me feel like 2Pac ey!!!
Livin' on a mission two four seven three six

respect it michael jackson thriller
Gotta get it when it's here ride strait to the top
cll eyes on me feel like 2Pac ey!!!
Livin' on a mission two four

squeezin' on heaters
Hangin' out the drop, 2Pac out the speakers

They wanna vibe, they wanna flow
They down to ride, just step aside, the world is mine
They

a twenty-two, I'm the trailer park 2Pac off of "Juice"
Plus I got Memphis blood, don't knock the blue suede shoes
I got that Memphis plug to drop on you, say

park 2Pac off of ""Juice""
Plus I got Memphis blood don't knock the blue suede shoes
I got that Memphis plug to drop on you, say who? (Mafia)
Them hot

Let me hear y'all flirt

Go on and on

Felt don't stop

Diggin' up the dirt

Peace to anybody who's got a 2Pac shirt

Go on and on

Til My Casket Drops

C-BO

'Til My Casket Drops

1998

fakers
Them jealous cowards killed my nigga 2PAC in Vegas
Vague kind of bullets fired, we're ready to die with open eyes
I be the last man standin' when

I don’t look like 2Pac homie
Get your allz eyez off of me
All glory is due to the Lord
Because of that my enemies destroyed
You messin’ with

and putting lean in their cup 
They're also taught to do anything to get the guap 
And live the thug life and pretend to be like 2Pac 
Am I the only one who

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

in graffiti, like 2Pac or Biggie, I feel like a milli
My niggas, they gave me a shot (a shot)
It got me a spot (a spot), and now I'm the hot boy

2Pac and it's fuck the law
Cash out on a foreign, I don't care what it cost
It came wit' a horse, she hear the exhaust
I got me a check, went

about 9 
Rocking the latest R9s
Wanting to reach to cloud 9
Started to learn about rhymes 
2pac was the outline 
Changes
Living dangerous 
The pain it

verified
(No blue check)
They see the bank, got them terrified
(Off two zips)
Picture me rollin', 2Pac and I'm in a tank
Got money from Baby, no fishin' tank

Mary Jane no more, I'll never save a hoe
Bangin music loud as fuck, got 2pac on my playlist boi
I put her on the honor roll even tho she don't deserve it

scared to eat alone cus Ik what I bring to the table

I was down bad and hurting a lot 
I kept goin I can't Neva stop
I got a wise mind like 2pac
Wish my

dat bitch throwing up west side
2pac Outlaw Thug Life low life low life
Grab my dick talk shit hit the weed blow the smoke roll the dice
Old school

Yeah
Awh shit 
Wooo

Last time I check, had 
The rap game in shambles 
Everybody mumble 
Ameer changin the channel 
Sum like 2pac 
Cause I always hit

a attitude like 2Pac
Stashing the dope in a food box
I'm havin wax like crayon box
Ridin around with my favorite thot
I do the dash in a foreign I speed a lot