Lyrics:
Let me hear y'all flirt
Go on and on
Felt don't stop
Diggin' up the dirt
Peace to anybody who's got a 2Pac shirt
Go on and on
way
With no reimbursements
Man where the fuck is 2Pac day
Malcolm X statues
Black panther statues
Plantations get burned away
On my last tape i told you
(Grew from the concrete, in the city of Chicago, feel this)
2pac in my ear plugs, looking in the mirror, with a
Smile on my face, I'm the child
the events, 2pac
Now he’s notorious, you all know that Biggie had entendres
His lyrics were B.I.G., Los Angeles, California
March 9th, 1997, Wilshire, Boulevard
Money speaks to a nigga like me so I need 2 M’s like mhm
Idols turn rivals like 2Pac and Guru
She blow me go viral the head game was mm mmm
I’m back now
dat bitch throwing up west side
2pac Outlaw Thug Life low life low life
Grab my dick talk shit hit the weed blow the smoke roll the dice
Old school
them pressed
Only have one interess, that is to make sure that i hit em up
I am no 2pac but your bitch is coming to fill my cup
She call me Michael
Baby Sham
Lyrics:
I wrote the first half like 2pac and did the second half like Biggie Smalls.
Chorus:
I got shooters all around, I
and forth on the 'Gram, I had to block him (No)
Rather catch him lackin' in public and then pop him (come here)
Caught him on the elevator, had to 2Pac him
endowed
I let it get around and then I get around
A 2Pac of condoms, lay the Biggie down
And then it's back to chasin' green faces
Don't talk to me
2pac especially
Thug Life
It's hard to defend, "Move Bitch (Get Out the Way)."
Well, as you can see, there's a bitch in his way, that he needs
Flexin wit J2 $tunna
We young cold top shottas
Like Biggie Smalls an 2Pac
Pour act in my horchata
The devil wanna take ya
Love seeing destruction
I'm
not turn destructive like Shredder
But don't get it confused you know that you will lose
Like 2pac i got the juice but I'm not a rude
Type of guy I'm
low mayne
Lo mein or face this capital punishment
But y'all gon' fertilizer
Guess Ras Kass running shit
Plus doubt y'all thuggish men
Really own 2Pac
of dick
Only faithful to my bros
My rights and my wrongs
Some nights I play, 2Pac and zone
Pop on my phone, selling and flipping
Bounce to my own
True
a warzone
Bouncers actin' like cops in the club
Mother fuck around and get dropped in the club
They don't play enough 2Pac in the club
The industry done made
pagers
And 2Pac did before the plagerist came
Sword swing around, we not horsing
I'ma do mine, you do your thing
Hieroglyphics is monolithic
Chronicle
to pull me down
Don't forget the commas bro don't forget my come up though
I be doing centerfold all eyes on me 2pac
All ice on me is cold
I'm screeching
the park with a stolen base
Sipping Brisk while pissing off the rooftop
Could you stop, bandana to the side like I'm 2Pac
A lost child in this world I need
why, I'm a hustler, 'til my ass die
Even when they do come up
I'll be ready when they run up, huh
I'll be a nut to put my gun up, huh
It's 2Pac and Tha
"Why"?
Is it that nobody calls?
I want to be like Big Pun
So you can call me Big Papa
Walking with 2Pac
Motherfuckers why que pasa
I feel like
iron mike
Ambitions of a ridah
2pac with the glock
When you me coming don’t be in shock
Playing tick tock
Russian Roulette
With this bullet to ya cock
get the digits to my new spot
not the old gotta new flaw
come in pairs like 2 socks
me and you against the world like 2pac
and i hope you got your crew
say I'm a legend
Ghetto bitches be wishin they could spend a day in my presence
I'm stackin plenty dough I stay on cloud nine
Like 2Pac in "I Ain't Mad
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