Lyrics:
to dumpin' on they ass, like the last outlaws
Rich, 2Pac and the Click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips
With enough shit to raise your block in one dip
We
to dumpin' on they ass, like the last outlaws
Rich, 2Pac and the Click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips
With enough shit to raise your block in one dip
We
rainy days
Jah blessings never far from me
Everything go sup base on GOD’s timing
No matter how long it takes hustle go pay
I no be 2pac shakur buh
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
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…
remember 2Pac and 4-Tay
Them same two brothers dodgin' bullets representin' the Bay
'Pac when you was locked down, that's when I'll be around
Start
Her and I connecting like two dots, she made me buss like two stops
I'm a visionary my vision's scary I'm reminiscent of 2pac
Riding 'round with the top
Yeah, fool spice 1, LP, 2Pac
Doin' it like that
Takin' it one day at a time
Stayin' Headstrong, you know
Life is way too hard let them know 'Pac:
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.,
I've been thinkin'
Now I'm ridin' through traffic with 2Pac blastin'
With a bitch that's irritatin' from all these questions she askin'
Like what
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
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
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
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
Dogg Pound, LA zuu
Shit ain't even real no more
(Ain't nothing stop, don't stop
That's for damn sure)
Holla at my homie Pac and shit
(I heard 2Pac fucked
'd 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
'scuse me on my 2Pac
Keep your head up, when did you stop, loving thy
Color of your skin? Color of your eyes
That's the real blues, baby, like you met
2Pac in the mad bitch
In the six-fo' rag on them thangs, that's a bad bitch
Gettin' ghost on them bitches in the town
Bustin' out the back seat,
was a Laker
Break 'em down and shake 'em
Pass it off to 2Pac
And let him take a jump shot
Because he gon' give it all he got
Back in the old days
Ah, me and my nigga 2Pac finna do what we do
Understand this
'Cause it's way understandable
Niggas done changed, man
Niggas done really changed, Rich
2pac in me
I tally up these bodies like a mosoleum lobby
Buncha yous, one I, logo of illiminati
Do a show and move ya body
Reved up like a new Ducati
even know your name
It's a shame, you crackin' 'em up and fuckin' a nigga like 2Pac up
I'm leavin' these foes to be the flowers and wake don't get me
than the tuned rap
Oh snap, I want back to times where we had 2pac
2pac or Eminem lose yourself don't tell your friends
California Love with D-R-E was so
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