Lyrics:
rock, bitches
2Pac go ahead rock, bitches
(yeah! There is no part of this)
Oaktown got it goin' on (2Pac go ahead rock)
Who shit you up? I'm 'bout to get
me a break
And then it's time to illustrate
2Pac will terminate
Cause niggas like to perpetrate
Rhymes I create
Yo you best believe they're worth
Picture Me Rollin'
Mane I bet y'all brothers hatin
I'm on my grind
cnd I ain't worried bout no hater
I see the eyes on me
cll Eyes on Me
Like 2Pac
Boy murdered on wax and killed
Fuck with me and get yo' caps peeled
You know
See, grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac
Call the cops when you see 2Pac,
we hit em' up...
Verse Three: 2Pac
Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel
This ain't no freestyle battle, all you suckers gettin
a sac of drugs
At the block sewn up
Cause I want to pack a gun
Do you feel me?
World do ya hear me?
Catch a risin' star
Fuck the love
Niggas
bandana on, I feel like 2Pac on a ho
Diamonds on me, I'm lit
Bitches all on my dick
Ridin' 'round in that Hellcat
You can't see a nigga through the tint
I
can't rhyme
And if it wasn't for Charlie Mack
You wouldn't even have a house to
Have a house party at you can hardly rap
All you do is make party tracks
Kasinova! (Kas the don) 2Pac!
('Bout to clear this whole shit out)
2Pac to Kas, KPrince to 'Pac rraah
Rraah rraah
On your block it don't stop
There
dass mich Pac nicht prägt
Auch wenn Pac nicht lebt (ah, ah)
("round and round")
"I get around", zeig mir die Frauen
"How do you want it", ich
They get clean wind what you gon do?
Rap about a fight I had with
A nigga that by me? And I bit him back
Well talk about how it was 20 niggas
There and I
your caps peeled
You know see
Grab ya Glocks, when you see 2Pac
Call the cops, when you see 2Pac, uhh
Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish
Now ya
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
after midnight
So be ready, to get sweaty, speed up or slow down
You want it, get up on it, it's 'bout to go down right now
Bun Beeda, Pimp C, 2Pac
Smoke some'n
They tryna find 2Pac
Don't let 'em find 2Pac
He evade the press
He escape the stress
La da da da da
La da da da da
La da da da da
pack ya track and do 5 flat in your Dodge son
Now let my canine backtrack the copy-cat
Your night life is up, so what you had, you gotta sound track
think less of 'em (don't think less of 'em)
2Pac gone, you know rap had to message him
We tried to do our best for them, mother Panther vibes (Panther
on girlfriend, I'm just messing wit' ya
You know I never play you
Out like a velcro mustache
Especially when you're giving up 'nough ass
And it don't stop on 2Pac
similes
Serve like a waitress and you
Don't want seconds courtesy
Off K Dot, the son of 2Pac
Biggies nephew Big L said I was special
Now let's do, lunch
smurf domination
(You KNOW) Heh, you know how we do it
Just holla my name and witness game official
Niggas is so ashamed they stand
Stiff like scared
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
just a nut
No homo, I can do that with my hand, bitch
What? Bitch I think I'm 2Pac
Bitch I think I'm 2Pac
Niggas talk that shit 'til they
Get their ass
til it's humbling
Think you grounded and get punished
This the second time Slay needed my two
Cents to keep it a hundred
How you want it? Fake and be
but a buckshot, chck-pow!
Motherfuck your life, pussy blood clot
Ain't never been no rapper this cold since 2Pac was froze
And thawed out for spot
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