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Y'all remember me
Y'all, Y'all remember me

It's that 2Pac (Pac)
It's that 2Pac (2Pac)
It's that 2Pac (Pac)
It's that 2Pac (2Pac)
It's that 2Pac
So what I'm gonna do, hopefully, is, I wanna be,
I-I don't wanna be I am, 2Pac Shakur

(Guess who's back)
(Guess who's back)
(Guess who's back)
really ride
They piggy back, I’ll trade them all
To have 2Pac and Biggie back
Facts, don’t give me dap
Don’t want your pity want fifty fifty
Just 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
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
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
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
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
Leaving families hurting
She don't trust me at all
She put a lock on her purses
Part of me don't deserve ya
Pardon bruh, I was nervous and this is a new
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
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
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
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
fear, sittin around watchin muthafuckas die
The faces of death
Who coulda predicted 2pac would be next?
Read ghetto text: if you live by the sword
they see me as 2Pac the don
And this bitch with 2 Glocks, I'm wrong
The homie still gon' roll and standin' with your biggest G
You still gon' fold, I
and get dropped
2Pac ain't tryin to hear it, Ox
Screamin at your box
I'm swearin at ya not so uh
Static is the last thing you need when you see me
Better
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
One cold night in October
Pussy had me floating
Feel like Deepak Chopra
Pussy had me dead
Might call 2Pac over
Yeezy's all on you sofa
These the red
make it moonwalk
White glove money stuffed in my tube socks
Top down thug life, 2Pac
I'mma boss, I can get ya whole crew chopped
Teflon Don
the only me, (me)
But I'm the first to bust (bust)
And you're the first victim, (victim)
Quenching my thirst for blood (Ugh)
Trust me homie, you don't
up, but gurl yo' pussy the sheeit!

[Chorus]

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