Lyrics:
I was just there for the energy
Watchin' Bizarre pop pills while 2Pac in my Hennessy
First time in Detroit, had to rock the Grant Hills
Cause I threw
Yukmouth be wrong?
How can Lynch be wrong?
How can 2Pac be wrong? Bitch!
[Repeat Chorus]
[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
I've been nice to you rapper cats for
You can hate it but face it B.I.G. and 2Pac just ain't around
Everywhere you go, there I go, I'm 50 Cent
Ghetto star by the bar I get you bent
You wanna
punch niggaz with glasses
Back in my third grade classes, squeezin' asses
My niggaz is never over, understand
I'm a 2Pac fan, this is the realest shit I
gold diggin'
Too much on Balmain, that's too many zippers
Too many women don't get my potential
I'm like Bishop Tutu with 2Pac aggression
It's on me,
or 2Pac
But be yourself and maybe you'll be too hot
But don't think you the shit
Because I'll be around to scoop
You up real quick
I'll put you in my
west
Would have been fresh, on tour stopping through
To get caught caught up with you
But all that's left is a shoe box and pictures
Just like 2Pac
And please get on a diet
Shoebox came with the doowop
One billion and two cops can't find 2Pac
Two shots, that's two grazed in two days
What goes up must come
nigga, no nigga
Alright (ayi) no love
I be lookin' for love in all the wrong places
(I'm lookin', I'm lookin', where'd ya go?)
Nigga think he 2Pac acting
to the soundtrack of 2pac
I'll beat you to a pulp no fiction
Tarantino flow new Jules and Vincent
Blow marijuana smoke, no incense
Exhale in the face of innocent
Me and 2Pac were soldiers
Of the same struggle
You lames could huddle, your team's shook
Y'all feel the wrath of a killer
'cause this is my football
Ima hold it down for you...
(uh, uh, uh...)
Always...
(already like 2pac said, I don't wanna be yo man I wanna be yo nigga)
Cause you know my love is
like 2Pac Shakur
Pull up in a drop Phantom
Got them young niggas with me with no manner
Started shooting at them niggas it was random
Popped that
can't play
There's no ish, one way ish, go by the tape
Bitch
Alice is in chains for bein' the predator
Soul is the asylum
House of Hrazees scarin' ya
(go!)
The generation of people that love 2Pac
And hate, we bangin' it in the boondocks
Now put your drink in the air if you ain't scared
Dem folks been
grams of baking soda
I be doin' my thing
And now the O head get nagged at me
I be bout my dream
I live a thug life like 2Pac
And a homie should
And I
HA! These niggas know what's happenin' nigga
(Uh hah) won't let 'em 2Pac me
Won't take my life in traffic nigga
(Let's go) i'm in a Suburban
(yeah,
west, that two seater Kardashian
Type to give me brain up in the red light traffic
And keep ya head up, that 2Pac blasting
Face two stacks and then be
me, plus my nigga Zilla in this bitch
I don't give a fuck I'm back on my Ridgecrest shit
Yellin' "Thug Life", Niggas on that 2Pac shit
Minnesota
on 'em like it's acrobatics (Yeah)
I'm taking more shots than when 2Pac dissed
Ballin' with the jazz, but this ain't Utah, bitch
If y'all know what
far from the binoculars
So, that smart money finna get that heat out the car
Yo, I'm K-Dot Lamar meets 2Pac Shakur
I got profiled by a few cops, too
to
The soundtrack of 2Pac
I’ll beat you to a pulp no fiction
Tarantino flow, new Jules and Vincent
Blow marijuana, smoke no incense
Exhale in the face of innocent
and forth on the 'Gram, I had to block him (No)
Rather catch him lackin' in public and then pop him (come here)
Caught him on the elevator, had to 2Pac him
punch niggaz with glasses
Back in my third grade classes, squeezin' asses
My niggaz is never over, understand
I'm a 2Pac fan, this is the realest shit I
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