Lyrics:
like I do it for the TV
I'm too hot, so now all eye's on me like 2Pac
On my left got two glocks
This rap s*** didn't make me crazy
If it ain't about
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
the blessings should come Way
Oriburuku japaa don't come my Way
Kio owo wole in sense ti mio ni Le salaye
Ki awon iku baba yeye gan Mapemi ni alaye
Mo'n gbo 2pac
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
Ever since the dawn of a new era, known as Hip-Hop A.D
After 2Pac and Biggie Smalls unsolved shmurdas
The genre of rap music has searched for its
'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
My inner 2Pac shit
Thug Life
THUG LIFE
Peace GOD that’s how you greet us
Rich righteous teachers
Paradise I’m tryna lead us
But I’m stuck inside my
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
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
Glocks and bombers, box full of rock launchers
Optic lasers, 2Pac tapes and box cutters
I ain't playing with none of you cocksuckers
Make whores stop in
a beach, so you rot in the wave
Man, I'm so glad that Guwop out
And rap fans still give a fuck what 2Pac 'bout
I'm right here, I don't give a fuck who hop
Why is ratting at an all time high?
Why are you even alive?
Why they kill 2pac n' Chris?
Why, at the bar, you ain't take straight shots instead
Why is ratting at an all time high?
Why are you even alive?
Why they kill 2pac n' Chris?
Why, at the bar, you ain't take straight shots instead
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
cause my nuts is bigger
Strapped with a tec 9 a mac 10 and 2 glocks
Dumpin' niggas in ditches cause I'm a thug like 2Pac
I'm kickin' it in Cali but
gangsta)
Play or stay (gangsta)
Yeah, yeah (gangsta, gangsta)
Death Row
Yeah, yeah, my nigga 2Pac rest in peace
Dogg Pound
Dippin' real hard y'know
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
PEACE
Gang violence will DECREASE
Much love to 2pac an others put to silence
REST IN PEACE will the POLICE, ever CEASE
Or will they always act ELITE
Shoot
smoke the best of dro while she down with some jack-jack
My eyes like the red carpet still on the blue side
They locked me up just like 2Pac and I
In today's music news: the ever-controversial 2Pac Shakur
Has just released another album under the alias "Makaveli"
Music insiders are running
blows and jabs
Hopin sad mopin mad before the scabs nobody told me that...
[Hook w/ 2Pac sample from "Keep Ya Head Up"]
The blacker the berry the sweeter
everything in the
Someone help me please universe within the light
Someone help me! Understanding
They already did 2Pac My children, all six
everything in the
Someone help me please universe within the light
Someone help me! Understanding
They already did 2Pac My children, all six
it, street game Fugazi
I'm elevated to the top of this shit
Done fucked around and put me and 2Pac on the bitch
And you can tell 'em "Thug Life" was
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