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trash can
With more holes than an Afghan

So when you see me on your block with two glocks
Screamin' "F*** the world" like 2pac
I just don't give
trash can
With more holes than an Afghan

So when you see me on your block with two glocks
Screamin' "Fuck the world" like 2pac
I just don't give
of a fuckin trash can
With more holes than an Afghan

So when you see me on your block with two Glocks
Screamin' Fuck the World like 2Pac
I just don't give
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
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
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
came in, two shots
I'm waiting to hear sugar free quit the 2Pac
It's the coast, t-shirt, flannel, no clothes
A party ain't a party if my nigga can't
in it, blueberry chocolate tah
*** chronic make me see ***, like 2Pac alive
Bandanna knotted in the front like 2Pac alive
Walkin' out the courthouse,
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
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
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
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
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
And choose a new spot, if niggas wanted you shot
I ain't a thug, how much 2Pac in you you got?
I ain't no bitch, neither
It's either my life or your life
And I
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
tube socks spraying from the rooftops
92’ props
Banging for my blue tops
It’s me and you Ock, Biggie verses 2Pac
And you forgot
I’m the one who let you
to a new house on a new hill
And choose a new spot, if niggas wanted you shot
I ain't a thug, how much 2Pac in you you got?
I ain't no bitch, neither
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
say I'm rappin' like BIG, Jay, and 2pac
Andre 3000 where is Eryka Badu at
Who that
Who that said they goin' beat Lil Wayne
My name ain't Bic but I
my drop sick
Yea my 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
block you prolly bred a Fat Pat or 2Pac
Or Big Pun, or B.I., ya homeboys from knee, high
And even when it was storming outside, that nigga'd be by
That's
city sweltering hot
Staggering, drunker than those cops that 2Pac shot
I was a crook by the train with that iron thing, concealed
Reaching, soon as I