Lyrics:
FOREPLAY 2pac Skakur
CARESS a military mind nigga
A military mind mean money
A criminal grind nigga
A criminal grind mean hustle
You know
We
the back
Why the fuck you think you my mans but you talking like a rat (pussy nigga)
38 and 39 we pulling triggers
I get Guwop knowledge 2Pac I don't fuck
I'm not 2Pac but it was me against the world
My mind was losing it, putting me up in a swirl
Anger aiming everywhere, amped with this energy
But it
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
Ridin' round thru the city
Puffin on something sticky
Debating 2Pac or Biggie
Questioning who is with me
El kreepy got me real iffy
Then reality hit
cause my nuts is bigger
Strapped with a tec 9 a mac 10 and 2 glocks
Dumpin' niggas in ditches cause I'm a thug like 2Pac
I'm kickin' it in Cali but
never would tic and never do toc (Chuh)
Like I'm rapping myself into learnin' brew hops
Rappin' like I ain't never did a record with 2Pac
Like I
Dogg Pound, LA zuu
Shit ain't even real no more
(Ain't nothing stop, don't stop
That's for damn sure)
Holla at my homie Pac and shit
(I heard 2Pac fucked
jack in my lab, don't wanna see 2Pac
Got two spots, a new lot, flooded with rocks
Shoot-outs makin' me hot, crooked cops Bad Tony and the ball drop
In
jack in my lab, don't wanna see 2Pac
Got two spots, a new lot, flooded with rocks
Shoot-outs makin' me hot, crooked cops Bad Tony and the ball drop
In
to win
Diz to the outside, 2Pac up the center
A ten minute game and we were the winners
The boys started smackin', talkin' that slack and
till he see
triple beam adorn ya
2Pac asking just how long will
N***as mourn ya
How you can’t hear the pain
Of us going through it
45 being foolish
But we finna make
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
2Pac RecarReinfuckingcarnated
But i'm straight from the booth
Louisiana where they shoot
Real niggas they recognize real
We don't recognize you
They
Nipsey and Bad Bunny
I think I'm the GOAT who gon' come and tell me otherwise
2Pac up in heaven at the very least I'm best alive
Weeding out the snakes so
the second Celebrity Deathmatch (ding ding)
So tell the medic to bring the medication and quickly (hurry up man!)
I'm sicker than a 2Pac dedication to Biggie
earthquakes shake and shape destiny
I'm like X, Y & Z i stick by the back door
Let it go free, that's what the track's for
My jobbie job is to rock a party
bounce low riding
2Pac smile as I'm cruising down the west side
Timberlands with my Brooklyn swag
Razorblade in my mouth idolize them boys from Bed-Stuy
eyez on me, feelin' like 2pac
Everyone will tell ya they were here, like it's Woodstock
Hit the stage, now we finna rage like I'm Travis
I know they
(Ha ha haha) uh, yeah
One time representin' for Ron G (yeah)
You know what I'm sayin'? (That's right)
Thug Life in effect
(baaby) , 2Pac and Big
hoes like these new thots
A few not usual
Been groupies for thirty years
Been to 2Pac funeral told my daughter
"Can't nobody tell you you not beautiful"
Mister, that Mister, Bobby Bands
Mr. Long, Mr. Get-Her-Wrong, Mr. Sing-A-Song
Hit the bong, Mr. Cheech and Chong, Mr. In-My-Zone
Mr. 2Pac Herringbone,
Ready Gov? Yeah
Don't let them niggas gaffle you aight
Hehe, run that shit
Yeah bitches, things to get worse
So meet 2Pac and Rich, each to go worse
on them computers
Black market I paid 50 for a ruger
A couple swipes turn ya life into a movie
I hit my dance wit that uzi
All eyez on me
Feel like 2pac
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