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We in the van bumping old 2Pac shit
He speaks of his dad, how he got moved by this
Two black kids tryna maneuver through life's pits
Was it bad luck

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

all the death doom
That's the prophecy
And they sorta left room for hypocrisy
So I see no changes like 2Pac you see
Hit em up!
And that's why I speak

And they say we ain't hip-hop
Raised by Big Pop and 2Pac
Get your shit rocked
Smoke you like my pipe do
Ignite the flame (Lighter Sound)

If greatness was

fine
My timing different
Ain't even change times
When I got this bitch
Straight raised my wrist like
Johnny did it
JSL gang nigga
Kno how we rock
2pac

the place all eyes on me like 2pac
Tell me what you thought
Baby I'm too hot
Roll up in a new drop
Driving by the haters who wanna play in my sandbox
And all

This that 2Pac and that Guwop 
Got a new glock and my arm watch on non stop
I don't stop and I can't sleep 
No bo peep 
I O.D. and go O.T. for them

my ears
Before I let someone disrespect
My coast in here but the coast is clear
What I mean by that, is 2Pac ghost in here
We Outsiders, it's Point

exhausted from the DUB
This is for the streets but could get played in the club
They all wanna rub skin plastic or that green mula
Like 2Pac Me and My

dat bitch throwing up west side
2pac Outlaw Thug Life low life low life
Grab my dick talk shit hit the weed blow the smoke roll the dice
Old school

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

popping slugs, stomping haters like drugs
I wonder, is there a heaven for a plug?
Drinking spirits, possessed by a thug 
Short fuse cause 2pac is my muse

the events, 2pac
Now he’s notorious, you all know that Biggie had entendres
His lyrics were B.I.G., Los Angeles, California
March 9th, 1997, Wilshire, Boulevard

with us
You a op and you an enemy now
Boss nigga calling shots like
I'm Penny Liddell
I hit them bitches that you
Never see at 70 down
Look, 2Pac back,

hoes like these new thots
A few not usual
Been groupies for thirty years
Been to 2Pac funeral told my daughter
"Can't nobody tell you you not beautiful"

& Exile freestyle, need more that
Even way before that, that 2Pac Shakur tash
Alcoholic sugar free speak kind of sort of
Getting too cute, need to be

why, I'm a hustler, 'til my ass die
Even when they do come up
I'll be ready when they run up, huh
I'll be a nut to put my gun up, huh
It's 2Pac and Tha

and poked on shit that is potent
Fresh out the pot, 2Pac couldn't picture my rollin'

Hook
Cam'ron:
I said it's the Diplomats, y'all kickin' is chicken

Jackson on the moonwalk
I was with Aaliyah and my grandma and 2Pac
Swear to God
God was like, "Stop swearing at me"
I was like, "God, you're a crusty
Old

Playing 2pac in the front yard and  shit
Get high niggas start spitting bars and shit 
Aye See bro Love Cass & he loved Luda
Reciting Wayne verses
This was

crows
God bless me energize me with more volts
By multiplying my hustle in four folds
When life goes smoothly all we do is thank the Lord
When the table

through traffic with 2Pac blastin'
With a bitch that's irritatin' from all these questions she askin'
Like what bitches I fucked, when, how and where
You

of
The snow I’m finding out like two prongs
Listening to 2pac too long
But you don’t have that last at
You don’t have to rhyme like
That to be acting

Even

wheels then turn 2pac up. I got my rocks up but now dem dope phenes taking pills won’t let that stop nun. When it’s beef homie we not running just hold my