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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
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
I don't got the key to get in

So when you see me on your block with two glocks
Screamin' "F*** the world" like 2pac
I just don't give a f***!
I don't got the key to get in

So when you see me on your block with two glocks
Screamin' "Fuck the world" like 2pac
I just don't give a fuck!
don't got the key to get in

So when you see me on your block with two Glocks
Screamin' Fuck the World like 2Pac
I just don't give a fuuuuuck!!
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
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
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,
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
on that Cali' bumping 2Pac
It’s me against the world now what’s your phone number?
Jumping in that range rover and I’m coming over

(Fuck’n you) Been
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
was Diddy
When it came to the music then she got real picky
From New York, but preferred 2Pac over Biggie
No disrespect to Ms. Wallace, but she liked
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
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
the gats out the stash box popped 2 glocks
Peace "All Eyez on Me" 2Pac
Everybody know he a boss he gotta floss
He on the same bullshit that sent Gotti up
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
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
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
Morris Chestnut was a actor
2Pac was the real life "Ricky!"
Then they shot down the nigga that shot him, I swear to God
If I'm lying then Compton is New
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
"jeah"
Give a fuck what he sold I'm the truth holms "that's right"
Kitchen fumed up, niggas jamming 2pac "jeah"
Get my Billy Hondas on workin 2 pots