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F*** 2Pac that n**** ain't s***
That n**** ain't from moherf***in' New York
That n**** be out there with them Cali n****s
Yo n**** man f*** Pac
wanna dance
Now what that be for, you're on that reefer and on that 2Pac
In front of them oooh wops, trying to show out, that's the ho route
warfare) Shootouts, real block shit
West coast assassin on some real 2Pac shit
My style's smokin like, after a glock spit
Game get the blood money, fuck
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
How can Lynch be wrong?
How can 2Pac be wrong? Bitch!

Come gangsta
Throw your rags in the air
And know that nobody there
Will compare to your
stomp the nigga two minutes long
Know I'm repping West side, putting you in the song, damn
2Pac got smoked by Baby Lane
And both of them niggas dead
who got the gangsta shit poppin
N.W.A, Too Short, Spice 1, And 2Pac
And fuck you niggaz rappin wack shit, you dodgin the game
I keep two little twin
[Dee Money Verse 1]

When I was lil all I could think about was gettin dis cheddar had dreams of being like 2pac or even better so I was down 4 my
Latifah, the Queen of the flavor
And nothing weaker behind is watching, kick her
The Digital Under-the-Underground, rocks with Shock and 2PAC
With Money
weight now  pop a gun wit them now
Where the f*** them clowns at kickin the dough for the p**** by the hour
where the them hoers at get your dough mama
use it as a vehicle to bust a rhyme
Now I lead a new school full of students
Me? I'm a product of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac N-
-W.A, Cube, hey, Doc,
up and get f***ed in this motherf***er

I raised wit killers
I ran wit dealers
Smoke a blunt a day for my locked away n****z
My bread is stacked
I tried to talk to him
Quit talkin', I'm a hang ya by your tongue, yea
Any motormouth could get hung high
We don't f*** wit' n****s like fungi
I'mma everyday struggle 'til I get to the top
I study Em, BIG, Tech N9ne, 2Pac
Come to my crib unannounced I got a big t-tato pie
Hopped up 9.
a bitch 
I'll dare ya ass to try to run that 2PAC shit 

I goes high-ho silver like the fuckin' Moan Ranger 
Playin' here's out my dick inside a total
at the wrong place, and it's at the wrong time
You got a long face 'cause now you see this long Nine
But whatchu lookin' scared for, n****?
You only in some
use it as a vehicle to bust a rhyme
Now I lead a new school full of students
Me? I'm a product of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac N-
-W.A, Cube, hey, Doc,
heard that shit 2pac wannabe ass nigga (mocking P) "I ain't no rapper 
I write short films"
o.k. grab your popcorn ain't no more sunshine.

Come on, O.K.,
What, what, what, what, what
Yo, this for my n****s in the streets
(What what what what)
Foreign cars and the jeeps
(What what what what)
Ahh! I kicks it off, n**** what rhyme wit no f***in problem,
down wit them drama boys, an also Eightball,
understand I gotta plan, to get me some
riding 'round with my top down
Ride around, all eyes on me,
So I'm ridin' around wit' 2Pac now
Causing mass hysteria, France to America
Party everyday like we won the f***ing Superbowl
Chillin' wit my n**** Mack, he keep b****es handy
White girl on the table love them sniff nose candy
and yo soul rise high
remember the DEAD don't die less they F*** WIT'  I !!!

[Ja Rule]
N****z know who dope yo
S*** the flow is retched
And my gee
and flossa
For 2Pac ya drought nigga who shot ya
Saw this beam light, scream like Chewbacca
We got twats on lock the tiny tots
My mom say stop or I'm gonna
Knowin' something new, cause they never see me move before 
I might be a big n****, but still clor rug 
So come on shawty let go 
To the f***in dance