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hands up high
R.i.p. To 2Pac
Get yo' hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
***** roll that good ****
Get yo' hands up high, hands up high, hands
glocks
Screamin' "F*** the world" like 2pac
I just don't give a f***!
Talkin' that s*** behind my back, dirty mackin'
Tellin' your boys that I'm
glocks
Screamin' "Fuck the world" like 2pac
I just don't give a fuck!
Talkin' that shit behind my back, dirty mackin'
Tellin' your boys that I'm
two Glocks
Screamin' Fuck the World like 2Pac
I just don't give a fuuuuuck!!
Talkin that shit behind my back, dirty mackin
Tellin your boys that I'm
Brothers know the flavs when the Quest gets loose
Slamming sucker fuckers like the wrestler Zeus
Crazier than 2Pac in the flick called Juice
Cock
the mating
I sense the need in her grandma
Her nose has never been skating
But she's sippin' star constellation
For real her squirt game was so like 2Pac
a bath in it
Get ass in it and I gotta stash in it
Smoke hash in it, blueberry chocolate tah
Smokin chronic make me see shit, like 2Pac alive
Bandana
ain't it ?

Love me, Or Hate me, but I ain't stoppin till I'm on top
I'm screamin' "Fuck the world" like 2pac
Say my name and you might get shot
Its
me game so I'm hustlin', 
Pour out some liquor for my niggas 
2pac is still strugglin' 
My niggga breed new the time, 
Whether its rhyme or crime,
make ya jelous niggas famous
Fuck around with 2Pac and see how good a niggas aim is
I'm just a rich muthafucker from tha way
If this rappin' bring me
If you mothafuckers want Shady
{Background:
And ja said he shall be the lost begotten seed of 2pac
To lead this industry into the ways of the man
me game so I'm hustlin', 
Pour out some liquor for my niggas 
2pac is still strugglin' 
My niggga breed new the time, 
Whether its rhyme or crime,
in it, blueberry chocolate tah
*** chronic make me see ***, like 2Pac alive
Bandanna knotted in the front like 2Pac alive
Walkin' out the courthouse,
wanted to save the hood, they understood why he was trying
He took a stand and said what he had to say
Bang, he got blown away

2Pac Shakur was more
you ready for my hottie 

2pac 2pac, hip hop 
Sticks down wit' that underground funk. 
With a pocket full of skunk. 
Come hear now babe. 
You been
the candle lit, my nigga never rowed
Niggas caught him slipping, gave him a shit bag
Five shots to the stomach, 2Pac gift pack
It's death row, conspiracy
there's food there's vultures
More Tony now, back then I was Sosa
I was sent like a penny in a loafer
The 2Pac Deepak Chopra
On a plane drinking wine
niggas famous
Fuck around with 2Pac and see how good a niggas aim is
I'm just a rich motherfucker from the way
If this rappin' bring me money
Then I'm
glock sick
And my knot thick
I'm it

Motherfucker I'm ill,
Yeah see

They say I'm rappin' like Big, Jay, and 2pac
Andre 3000 where is Eryka Badu at
Who
done to me 
Gangsta Nip, Spice 1 or 2Pac never gave a gun to me 
So gangsta rap ain't done shit for that 
I've even seen white folks from River Oaks
to wish that I was 2Pac
Then I realized that might get you shot
Figured I just gonna be myself though
Niggas hate me, Documentary on they shelf though
In
to the basics and break it all the way all the way down
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
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
city sweltering hot
Staggerin' drunker than those cops that 2pac shot
I was a crook by the train with that iron thing, concealed
Reachin', soon as I
Summer time roof off
Drivin' round with my shoes off
She’s singing along with that Snoop Dogg
And that 2Pac
And that's too hot

All eyes on you can't