Lyrics:
We 2pac wit it (what)
We too hot wit it (what)
Keep two glocks wit em (what)
shoot two cops wit em (what)
we on the block wit it
raw, nonstop wit it
to 2Pac pistol on my ankle
Love to call that shit my shoe knot
No laces Margiela's lookin' hella cool, nah
It's good trap, Trap, Trap!
of the goose thinkin that I'm 2Pac
Getting caught with a few thoughts
'Cause I'm too lost
I'm about to go off
The speakers can't even handle me
Give it what I
a cannibal
With a pill and a xan, I aint a fan of you
And that’s true boy, Recording at 26 like 2pac I’m huge boy
Lemme get it started real quick yeah yeah I’m
like 2Pac and chain letters
But this time, I simped though, got played like a wimp though
The Pharcyde said it fly, she kept +Passin' Me By+
Not even
immerse
Hold up watch it disperse visions of Biggie
Big L and 2Pac just looking at me (Biggie)
From the gates of Heaven while
The police booking at me
Open
taught me well
How about you
I keep a W with me at all times
Bumping that 2Pac and homie Biggie Smalls
Shout out to the ones, to the ones that f****** did
recognize who shot ya
Watch how you speak on my name before they 2pac ya
I love my vultures that's on me I gon' shoot 'bout them
I'll go, uh, I'll catch
2Pac lives, when I talk shit solo start tonight inside audience
Throwin' shots but they always miss
Real nigga like a Saudi prince, my nigga AK took it
Maîtrise la clé de sol, FABigRun
California Love comme dirait 2Pac
Tes lyrics me touchent ap
J'rap en direct live du fond du puit's
La tess c'est sans issue
Drunk of the goose thinkin that I'm 2Pac
Getting caught with a few thoughts
'Cause I'm too lost
I'm about to go off
The speakers can't even handle me
with me and taught me to box
Told me bump Barbie doll homie bought me 2Pac
He told me don't ask nobody for shhhhh
He showed me how shoot dice and put
on a tombstone
It ain't no other option
If you down to ride then you shooting at the opps here
If you down to ride then you thugging on 2pac shit
Ain't no second
on the mains got civilians shocked
All eyes on me like 2Pac
He tried run but he wouldn't get far and I knew that
Caught up and crashed that quick, send that
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
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
I'm going Beatbox the Pu*** girl all damn night
I get on this beat and straight cook it
I can tell you pu*** you aint Gantsa by how you looking
2Pac
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
you before baby... but listen
[Chorus:]
Put my numba in ya phone,
And when you get out the club girl call me up
Put my number in ya phone,
Just
[Verse 1: MJG]
Pimpin hoes was some shit that came easy to a playa
Cause ain't no way in hell a bitch could get me to a bail
And how in the fuck
popped out
I seen it all
Niggaz stretched out by tha corner store
Life no more
Dont think small im getting focused
In tha crib writin rhymes while im
runnin' game nigga! You want to bang nigga?) Aiy ya ya ya ya ya ya
(It ain't no thang nigga! We off the chain, nigga) Who 'dat? Who 'dat? Who 'dat? Who
runnin' game nigga! You want to bang nigga?) Aiy ya ya ya ya ya ya
(It ain't no thang nigga! We off the chain, nigga) Who 'dat? Who 'dat? Who 'dat? Who
to bang nigga?)
Aiy-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya
(It ain't no thang nigga! We out to change nigga)
Who 'dat? who 'dat? who 'dat? who 'dat? who 'dat? who 'dat?
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