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you ready for my hottie 

2pac 2pac, hip hop 
Sticks down wit' that underground funk. 
With a pocket full of skunk. 
Come hear now babe. 
You been
Death Row! 
Yeah yeah, my nigga 2Pac rest in peace 
Dogg Pound 
Dippin real hard why'knowhatI'msayin'? 

Yeah yeah, stay down 
Gangstas gangstas
the government can't stand us
Running from the police
Let me proceed
A letter to the pen
Respect to my OGs
I keep saying
Fuck the music in my radio
2pac
later, Big Spank got killed
And I got robbed, and Ronnie got shot
And I bought my first tape by 2Pac
And I got hard, cause I was smart
I knew that
sumin')
If 2Pac was here, he would coach me
Real nigga rockin' a Rollie
This for C Murder in Angola (This for C man)
I slept by him every night (We was
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
She said, she got a man but he ain't worried
But baby, I'm a have to Rob him like Horry

She said, she love B.I.G. and she like 2Pac
And when I said
I can rock the shit to get ya open
Say your looking for some real shit
Then catch a funkified batch
Like that!
Oakland's on the map
2Pac is
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
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
She said, she got a man but he ain't worried
But baby, I'm a have to Rob him like Horry

She said, she love B.I.G. and she like 2Pac
And when I said
inside the shoebox
Don't keep jack in my lab, don't wanna see 2Pac
Got two spots, a new lot, flooded with rocks
Shoot-outs making me hot, crooked cops
elevated to the top of this shit
Done fucked around and put me and 2Pac on the bitch
And you can tell 'em "Thug Life" was the reason for this
And I ride
problems and now everybody on my block's got 'em 
I'm screaming like those two cops when 2pac shot 'em 
Holding two glocks, I hope your door got new locks
Godde 
___________________________________________________________ 
The cops in The background while 2Pac speaks: 
Cop: 
A Srg a we've got a 2Pac
to the soundtrack of 2pac
I’ll beat you to a pulp no fiction
Tarantino flow new Jules and Vincent
Blow marijuana smoke no incense
Exhale in the face of innocent
Master P, Lil' Rick, 2Pac
All my niggas Down South hustlin'
And all the motherfuckin' real niggas on the West Coast
The best coast, toast to the best
my lab, don't wanna see 2Pac
Got two spots, a new lot, flooded with rocks
Shoot-outs making me hot, crooked cops Bad Tony and the ball drop
In
a muthafuckin case like 2Pac
A real nigga gotta have balls and brains
To maintain in the game
Livin in the city with the killers and thugs
And might be dealin
like just hit the rock bottom
I've got problems, now everybody on my block's got em
I'm screaming like them two cops when 2Pac shot em
Holding 2 Glocks,
see me
See I do what I do like I do it for t.v.
I'm too hot, so now its all eyes on me like 2pac
Riding round on my lap got 2 glocks
This rap shit
to 2pac and that Biggie
Jay-z and that Nas
No gimmick rappers niggas these rappers had bars
Back when record labels turned real niggas into stars,
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
Talking
they mourn me?) We handle this shit for you bwoy
Yeah nigga
2Pac in this motherfucker

All my homies drinkin' liquor
Tears in everybody's eyes
Niggas