Lyrics:
like a hoop star
Black marble, white walls in my new spot
Four chains, big studs, a nigga too fly
Top down, tank top, I think I'm 2Pac
So I'm labeled
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 go get the gat
So why
We tradin' war stories
War stories, nigga
What players do?
Thug Life, Outlaw Immortalz
Motherfuckin' 2Pac a.k.a. Makaveli
Can you feel me?
Just
'scuse me on my 2Pac
Keep your head up, when did you stop, loving thy
Color of your skin? Color of your eyes
That's the real blues, baby, like you met
block's got em
I'm screaming like them two cops when 2Pac shot em
Holding 2 Glocks, hope your doors got new locks on em
My daughter's feet ain't got no
hands now"
"Clap your hands now"
Brothers know the flavs when the Quest gets loose
Slamming sucker fuckers like the wrestler Zeus
Crazier than 2Pac
Bounce 2 This Ghetto jam
Bounce 2 This Ghetto jam
Verse 1
Yeah
Yo yeah
In the bay Ladies
Think we
Remind them as 2pac and the outlaws
Chasing
Wir sind 2Pac sein Vater, so wie 2Pac sein Vater
Ihr seid Gucci-Bandana voll auf Hustensaft
Fahrt da bei 'ner Ruderregatta, wir versuchen das anders
around
Who said life is priceless
So far your life cost me a-
Yo, it's the return of the man
I'm still alive just like 2pac
Girls in the front row girls in
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
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
knot thick, I'm it
Motherfucker, I'm ill
Yeah
See, they say I'm rappin' like B.I.G., Jay, and 2Pac
André 3000, where is Erykah Badu at? Who that?
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
Shit, I'm a changed man
Ayy, turn the lights out
Big baller 2Pac up in this bitch
You know how we swing this shit, look
By age sixteen I sold
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
лято пак
Във на наще колата, помня слушахме 2Pac
Вдигам телефона питам има ли?
Чакам вече само лева да вали
Тез мечти са питам постигнах ли ги?
Има
worry me
Fuck the fame, I'm true to the game 'til they bury me
God gave me game, so I'm hustlin'
Pour out some liqour for my niggas, 2Pac is still
(whoa)
I guess I'm just here for your amusement (yeah)
You've seen it all before, guys know how the story goes
It's like 2Pac never died, sit back,
the Feds
Eating good drinking Champagne
And breaking bread
This is for my dog's in Watts and shit
2Pac got your back, who can stop the hit?
And even with
doubt me
I'm gettin' flammy on this 2Pac jammy
Yo, sittin' and pissin' on a bitch ass panty
Yeah, like it's magic we comin'
On that ass massive
Better tap
make it moonwalk
White glove money stuffed in my tube socks
Top down thug life, 2Pac
I'mma boss, I can get ya whole crew chopped
Teflon Don
congratulations 'cause you built somethin'
You takin' a lot of boxin' lessons, but you still pussy
I see right through you niggas just like 2Pac hologram
Ain't
hands now"
"Clap your hands now"
Brothers know the flavs when the Quest gets loose
Slamming sucker fuckers like the wrestler Zeus
Crazier than 2Pac
how you act when you pull back all them curtains?
Do he think I'm 2Pac 'cause I'm black and put them works in?
Does he know his daughter might have
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