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Albums:

Mr. Shadow Presents Street Thugz (Mr. Shadow) · Chicano Thugz (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Ryda Thugz 2002: Skrewed & Chopped (Hutchinson, Hutch) · In Thugz We Trust (Thug Lordz) · In Thugz We Trust (Thug Lordz) · In Thugz We Trust [Screwed and Chopped] (Thug Lordz) · Chicano Thugz: The Best of Chicano Rap (Hutchinson, Hutch) · For My Thugz (Lil' Boosie) · In Thugz We Trust (Thug Lordz) · The Best of 2Pac, Pt. 2: Life (2Pac) – and 90 other albums »


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
Everybody talkin' 'bout Pac's life
(It's 2Pac the king)
What do you know about Pac's life?
(What do you know? What do you know?)
(Only real niggas stay
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!
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***!
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!!
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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 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
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
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
Summer time roof off
Drivin' round with my shoes off
She’s singing along with that Snoop Dogg
And that 2Pac
And that's too hot

All eyes on you can't
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
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
yearly
Yeah you rest in peace Carrie, Wally, Easy, Terry and Vu,
Baby Boy, Uncle Charles, Biggie and 2pac remember I'm with you
Got shit to do so you