Lyrics:
not better
Cuz she know what im about
What's my sign
dollars bitch
I get around
on my 2Pac shit
she a pisces spicy bish
open up a zip
lemme talk my shit
can't even get a ride
I slapped the fuck out my cousin
'cause he wanted me to die
Cough drop all in her mouth
In her damn jalooper niggas say
"By thе
life
You'll be a legend just like Biggie
Or his buddy, 2Pac, man
Biggie, and 2Pac are
The Patrick Swayzes of hip-hop
You should just blow your head off
something
You ain't nothing to me
My passion is crazy
I studied the game 3k down to Jay-Z
Nas and 2pac
BIG and then Shady
Kenny and Cole
JID and Lil Wayne
See
Fuck around with 2Pac and see how good a nigga's aim is
I'm just a rich motherfucker from the way
If this rappin' bring me money, then I'm rappin' till
the pen like my cousin Bud
Lunatic Insane, and my partner T-Love
Big Tom, Ray Ray, Killa Cuddy, Mac Dre
Cleek, Jamal, Jinx and Bluebonic, man
[ 2Pac ]
Now
steady on me, so they thuggin like they 2pac
Til that thuggin' shit have you like 2pac
I'm on overload, I overdose with over flows
Keep the champagne
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
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
leave a nigga close casket
Get his mouth open
Still sipping syrup not a pancake in me
Go roll it 2Pac i live with it
You ain't gotta feel me
But you still
like I don't spit
Burn the blessed
The truth, 2Pac jewels like I serve them wet
Vado!
This homicide was prophesized before I
Was a toddler's size
Any
understand
Bill Clinton could pull his dick out
And don't nobody say shit
2Pac pull my dick out and everybody
Wanna put me in jail i don't understand
Three
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
will they mourn me?) we handle this shit for you, boy
Yeah, nigga
2Pac in this motherfucker
All my homies drinkin' liquor
Tears in everybody's eyes
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
Wir sind 2Pac sein Vater, so wie 2Pac sein Vater
Ihr seid Gucci-Bandana voll auf Hustensaft
Fahrt da bei 'ner Ruderregatta, wir versuchen das anders
turn that nigga to 2Pac (On God)
We pull up to your show
Got 'em strapped to the door so
It's gon' be a shootout (Bang)
Ain't worried 'bout a nigga
Délicat, comme choisir entre 2pac et biggie
J'avais la coupe de methode man dans le clip avec mary j
On emballait les bouches sur du r.Kelly
Et on se
to burst
Gotta red bih
Bullets red tips
Gotta red whip i feel like Suge
No 2pac ride with 2 glocks
Fuck a stop sign
Im running threw them
Sound junkie
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
you never questioned when I said I
Would be a mogul before I visit 2Pac and Left-eye
Eazy and Aaliyah when I see you we gon' test drive
A Lambo in
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
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