Lyrics:
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
Only three years old when 2pac died
Only three years old when 2pac died
They told me that pain you can feel worldwide
And i know i was just a baby
the remission for all of our sins
When I was a young one the preacher put oil on my sixth chakra (sixth chakra)
He knew when I was older I'd wanna follow 2Pac
talking bout shit but baby mommas
You don't wanna stir the pot
You don't wanna detox
I'm asleep though
You ever heard of Basquiat
You don't want a 2pac
it coulda been a 2Pac vegas night
Or maybe a Notorious L.A. evening
"Baby you okay?" I mean well I'm breathin
Hell I'm even, bossin and I left
of there
Same place you put your hat
My niggas throwing hollows there
I'm loading up the oo-wop listening to 2Pac
I'm a dope boy so the money in the shoe
smoke bitches say i'm too high
Living the life of Biggie and 2Pac
Nigga you know who shot
The day Jay Z go broke nigga when Snupe stop
That will be never
there's food there's vultures
More Tony now, back then I was Sosa
I was sent like a penny in a loafer
The 2Pac Deepak Chopra
On a plane drinking wine
jail
Just prayin' they pick up the phone
Tried to get niggas to come get it with me
If they was too busy, I'll get it alone
Watch how you approach
what do they know
Let me switch it on them
Check check, look these flows
Look he knows Houdini's
Illusions of friends who turnt foes 2pac 'n' BIG
B-I-G
(Onion)
Smokin' ounces up to my brain
Young nigga just thuggin' (Thuggin')
2Pac all eyes on me
My car collection is crazy (Crazy)
Kush connection is Mainy
when you rocking like this
'Cause you could lose a great thing like 2Pac in nine six
Now let me know if we gotta get in (damn right)
We be busy
ki's, I'mma get him, think I won't? (better get'em)
And my nigga 2Pac got the fucking Glock cocked, and he's ready
When the kid, didn't even bring
hit or something gitcha mind right
Only sinning when I see em coming it's ah time lot
I'm worst down to die bout ah verse
2Pac taught me boy I'm first
get around like 2Pac said
But that was meant for Amber rose
Because we running through this industry, running through this Industry
And like I said I
Go Ether, Takeover or Jigga on niggas
Or really go 2Pac and Biggie on niggas
What the fuck wrong with him
Like really I'm sick of you niggas
You
the pen like my cousin Bud
Lunatic Insane, and my partner T-Love
Big Tom, Ray Ray, Killa Cuddy, Mac Dre
Cleek, Jamal, Jinx and Bluebonic, man
[ 2Pac ]
Now
Bitch I done won, got it and I'm showin'
'Cause I ride the dick like a Harley
2pac is back, gangster party
Got a fetish for head in a Maserati
Gucci
dance, dance
Dance, dance, dance
Come on y'all yeah you know we got it
Dance, dance, dance, dance
Dance, dance, dance, dance
Uh, I feel wonderful, how
It’s true I, gotta take my time, like Usa
Got a different mind like 2Pac
Baby, on her knees no tube sock, Baby
Double D no tube top
I call my lil' nigga
Yo Hip-Hop, Is niggas still talkin
Bout I can't rap, come on now
Look for me, Young K
Took 2Pac beat and got paid
My favorite rapper is Makaveli,
bitch for the kill
She answer back, I'ma swarm it
Probably all be in Florida
I put your bitch in that cool water
Say I remind her of 2Pac
32 shots in my
shit bitch i still bump Jeezy
All these pussy niggas hatin i might need two Glocks
All eyes on me like I’m mackeveli 2pac
(Chrous)
I feel like
what he sold, I'm the truth, homes (that's right)
Kitchen fumed up, niggas jammin' 2Pac (chyeah)
Get my Benihanas on, workin' two pots (damn)
Baby
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