Lyrics:
my vision
Right on time with mine thanks to them old Doc prescriptions
West side flourishin' again, this what 2Pac envisioned
Obama freein' lifers
down
I grew up thug like I'm 2Pac in the hood
Making motherfuckers go dumb when we should
So if you got a problem, leave a tone on my phone
010-7271-9501
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
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,
was an escape for poor black folk
2pac told us all America eats is babies
Since I been in a Mercedes my ladies relate to that quote
Upset, veins
on)
Here come them outta town niggas, what up Blood?
(What up cuz? They don't even know what 2Pac first album was)
Should I tell 'em Blood? (Nah, fuck
banged on
Here come them outta town niggaz, what up Blood?
(What up 'cause? They don't even know what 2Pac first album was)
Should I tell 'em Blood?
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
nerves so i gave a bitch horse dick in our stable
2pac said the realest people don't have alotta friends
Well fuck him & you
I got a hunnad homies that'll
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
rest since 03
And I'm still going
Here's one for the road then
A goodbye kiss from an old man
The hood got rich from my offerings
I've seen 2Pac kids get
rest since 03
And I'm still going
Here's one for the road then
A goodbye kiss from an old man
The hood got rich from my offerings
I've seen 2Pac kids get
Handle yours i ain't no joke
I'll have you broke down to your draws
I'm trigger happy
And I give less than a fuck
Love me or hate me
I'ma sho' 'nough rip
the nigga tree
Corona in the petri
Everything ain't Georgia peachy
Believe a quarter what ya read and none of what ya see G
2pac be listenin to me G
Write
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
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
begging me
You know what you should've capped like 2pac with a glock
They're deadly, better not upset my thug mentality sucker
You know you done fucked
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
incarcerated, institutionalized
That 3rd strike will have a gang of them rollers dyin
Ain't no love where I'm goin, no love where I'm comin from
Remember me,
Nigga, this a big boy Phantom, this ain't a Ghost (It ain't)
Had to take the way from them niggas and now they toast (Fuck 'em)
They ain't have no
When i ain't have no food
And no place to stay
I told you mommy, we can make it a better day
God knows what i feel, If i can make it
Then you can make
even if it is rude
So ain't no brimstone I ain't Jim Jones
So put your grins on listen to them songs
And you will see that they be classics
Verbal
(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 bottle, tomorrow
Maybe god'll wipe our eyes and we'll
Never have to cry no more
Or even better, have to die no more
Politicians can't tell us lies no more
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