Lyrics:
Look 2pac in the face
(2Pac)
We! Gonna make some change
(Change, shit)
Them streets
Taught us lots of thangs
But G, ain't nothin what it seems
(That's
And you never was a thug
Why you imitating Pac?
You was wrong for doing that song 2Pac Back
I seen the video like
Where the fuck is 2Pac at?
I saw your boss
Two private Jets what this nigga's worth
Atlanta, Miami, Rosé
We like 2Pac infante
They sent my nigga on house arrest
I'm coming through nigga
They do there's, we do ours, understand me?
I'm blowed up, crippin' with my family
And we don't don't give a fuck about the,
P.O's, the C.O's, cause
passion
It'll blow your mind hey throw up your legs
Wrap your shit around my back
It's a west side bang fucking
Hoes around the map
? get down with 2Pac
blessings
2pac said is there a ghetto in heaven, 'cause nowadays kids is getting fucked by their reverend
So many people, you gotta make exceptions 'cause
of ya'll nigga's hairline
I'm fucking yellow bitches they blooming like a celandine
I got like 14 they show me love like it's valentines
And who said 2pac
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
smokes chronic everyday, so what have we?
Another motherfucker, getting served like some cavi'
Now who drops (ruff rhymes)? I gots the Juice like 2Pac
smokes chronic everyday, so what have we?
Another motherfucker, getting served like some cavi'
Now who drops (ruff rhymes)? I gots the Juice like 2Pac
song
No love, no love
This is music just to fuck on
Eat it up, beat it up
Put a lil 2Pac on
All eyez on me
Playing what yo phone number
Lookin real good
just a giggity-giggity gangsta
and keepin a motherfuckin slug up in the chamber
+I Don't Give a Fuck+ like 2Pac
I get a fuckin thrill when I
fear, sittin around watchin muthafuckas die
The faces of death
Who coulda predicted 2pac would be next?
Read ghetto text: if you live by the sword
me to give a nigger-y twenty-one gun salute
That's seven shots for 2pac
Seven for Biggie Smalls
Seven for Freaky Tah up in your neighborhood malls
treat us like opps to leave us dead in a box
Nobody love us but the hopeless, so we misunderstood
They feel like black lives don't matter, we just
give em a mince maid
Its either you call a piece or catch
Us some mince grave i know
So classy niggas they won't pass me chicks
Used to diss can kiss my
my nigga seeing 6 figures
Black bottles popping when I'm on the turf
Two private Jets what this nigga's worth
Atlanta, Miami, Rosé
We like 2Pac
to a science like it's chemistry
But labels, they don't call us
Blackball us out the industry
'Cause they know we in the streets
Put that on my block
Like 2Pac
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
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
like I don't spit
Burn the blessed
The truth, 2Pac jewels like I serve them wet
Vado!
This homicide was prophesized before I
Was a toddler's size
Any
dudes
I don't wanna show love, I don't wanna give dap
I just wanna kick back, take trips, make hits, make big chips, stack 'til they tall as Kristaps
didn't get my victim bitch reload and we gon spin again Its 2pac in this fuckin Benz Know we strapped we get it in I don't want that hoe but why yo bitch
The next nigga that come play with me
I'ma send him to go ask 2Pac for a pic
They say I'm the hottest new nigga
Go check the thermometer, that nigga sick
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