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was in my position
2pac but ain't no one listening 
They riding with no ambition 
They blind with hardly no vision
Further away they know I been

And reading no sense
I'm treating this heat
I mean to be the more tense
Version of 2Pac
Motherfuck what you got
My niggas they too got
The deepest and true gut

falling (We good, we good, falling)
We divided (Why you say that? nah this just how I look, divided, I'm good, I'm good)
Falling
As the late 2Pac would put

the chosen few
Want to control the population
Poisoning the food
We got money for wars, can't feed the poor
2pac was on to something
Maybe more but we'll never

nas dropping dope bars
Beat up my cheat king Kong on the mic
Time is going tick tick
Redemption of the souls
2Pac Easy e and biggie
Rap has been oxygen

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

hit or something gitcha mind right
Only sinning when I see em coming it's ah time lot
I'm worst down to die bout ah verse
2Pac taught me boy I'm first

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

the government can't stand us
Running from the police
Let me proceed
A letter to the pen
Respect to my OGs
I keep saying
Fuck the music in my radio
2pac

talk? (Why talk?)
I was kickin' back, locked into KISS and that
Heard some kitty cat called
Me the British Pac
Well if it's that, I'ma bring Big L, 2Pac

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

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 to Die" for what

Malcolm zei ‘by any means'
Sane
Zei ‘fuck broke zijn overal zijn fiends
2Pac zei 'Thug Life ' Martin die had een dream

Libbie is een nightmare Freddy

chains on me
Super slavery
Bandana tied 2Pac thug life
Who down to ride hop inside sccrr scrr scrrr
Bitch it's hammer time
Homicide
How I kill it
Matter

bow down
I'm a Boondock Saint wearing tube socks a new Glocc
And 2Pac playin'

triggered my spiritual
Hip hop, you the love of my life
Could say it twice, love of my life
You make it right, when i write
Give to me easy like a 2pac

away?
Put away my Glock, won't let me put away my Glock
Won't let me put away my Glock (Huh? Why?)
Won't let me

Yeah, the Weeklys
RIP the GOAT 2Pac

Tripping, let me check my temper grew up on
Old school with it, prolific
Feeling like 2Pac when he heard about Brenda
We got big ass plans to run by
There's

Jealous

Nefarious

Speak of Da Devil

2000

knowin I have to have a nine
And half the time I paccs mac with two Gloccs
I sport a vest, fucc that shit they did to 2pac
Don't take it off for shit

down, pop trunk, I'm out that H-town

[Verse 4: Yungstar]
Out H-town, showing surround by sound
Yesterday y'all got mad when I shown nothing but round
I'm

down, pop trunk, I'm out that H-town

[Verse 4: Yungstar]
Out H-town, showing surround by sound
Yesterday y'all got mad when I shown nothing but round
I'm

was German, or even Italian. Pippo epitomized the identity of the enemy as something fluid and ambiguous — the destruction brought by

I got dreams 2DIE4 esteem 2DIE4
Trophies chains rings 2DIE4
For the family my ones the team 2DIE4
Kings & queens 2DIE4
By any means 2DIE4
It’s a lot

Romantic Interlude

Sir Mix-A-Lot

Swass

1988

a sleaze, girl, oh!

A romantic interlude  [x4]

You woke up with a worried look on your face
Something was on your mind
You got out of bed and walked