Lyrics:
and Wesson in this mothafucka
Right now Greg Nice in this mothafucka
Right now LS in this mothafucka
Right now Baby Jesus And The All Star's
Right now 2Pac
make it moonwalk
White glove money stuffed in my tube socks
Top down thug life, 2Pac
I'mma boss, I can get ya whole crew chopped
Teflon Don
smokes chronic everyday, so what have we?
Another motherfucker, getting served like some cavi'
Now who drops (ruff rhymes)? I gots the Juice like 2Pac
smokes chronic everyday, so what have we?
Another motherfucker, getting served like some cavi'
Now who drops (ruff rhymes)? I gots the Juice like 2Pac
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
city of Compton
Analogy is like Biggie and Bed Stuy
Oakland and 2Pac i'm more focused
I'm nothing like you new guys
Struggling over a few lines thinking
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
Acquired his knowledge from the streets
Makaveli, 2Pac Shakur
Was the rose that grew from concrete
America's most complete artist, regardless
One
14 years old workin' the Duwop
All eyes on me, nigga, thought I was 2Pac
Fucked the wrong young nigga' girl, I need two Glocks
Tryna' ride drop-top
Swang affiliate, X.O. sip, a gold getter
With the rest to gather, my cold killer
It's "Me Against the World" like 2Pac
And like Biggie, I'm "Ready
the candle lit, my nigga never rowed
Niggas caught him slipping, gave him a shit bag
Five shots to the stomach, 2Pac gift pack
It's death row, conspiracy
the candle lit, my nigga never rowed
Niggas caught him slipping, gave him a shit bag
Five shots to the stomach, 2Pac gift pack
It's death row, conspiracy
of the Lean and by the barre
I spit a couple bars but I catch them by the dozens
Take'em out by the loads and I keep on dumpin
Body slouched over and slumping
Thug Life! Comin' straight out the West Coast
Real Boy Killaz! 2Pac with the Assassin
And we ridin' for the West Side!
Bad boy, bad boy, what you
the second Celebrity Deathmatch (ding ding)
So tell the medic to bring the medication and quickly (hurry up man!)
I'm sicker than a 2Pac dedication to Biggie
Immortalz)
And 2Pac Makaveli outlaw Immortalz
You know how we do this shit nigga
Give me my money in stacks
And lace my bitches with dime figures
Real niggas
that shit, I'll knock you out
A nigga be pickin' you up off of the ground for thinkin' you 2Pac
And shawty give me neck till I pass out
And she just
like diabetes
Can't turn hard again you let em live a day
In these fazos you see how hard it get
I been rapping so hard i been feeling
Like I'm 2pac
hate to see boss playa like 2pac did sing
But my socks is clean, in tippity top shape
Now stop wait a minute I’m bout to break the brigade
You’re always
my ears
Before I let someone disrespect
My coast in here but the coast is clear
What I mean by that, is 2Pac ghost in here
We Outsiders, it's Point
say I'm a legend
Ghetto bitches be wishin they could spend a day in my presence
I'm stackin plenty dough I stay on cloud nine
Like 2Pac in "I Ain't Mad
fucked around when
It's time to ride
Ridin' low, down a one way, watch for gunplay
I hope we find true peace one day
Nobody cry when my dog died, set 'em
the credit went to Elvis
Know you never knew that, know you think I'm too black
I just think I'm too real, I grew up on 2Pac
You grew up thinkin' that
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