Lyrics:
from the gutter, my father's a drugger
The block is my mother, 2Pac got it on lock in my suburb
I got dope double-wrapped up in bubble wrap on top
a dawg
I ain't worried about him, I know he a bitch (meow)
The next nigga that come play with me
I'ma send him to go ask 2Pac for a pic, bitch
They say
everything in the
Someone help me please universe within the light
Someone help me! Understanding
They already did 2Pac My children, all six
faggot
Why he let his pants sag and
Oh, I bet you thought you're hot and shit
Listen motherfucker, you are not 2Pac
You bitch!" i'ma clock this cocky bitch
Shout out my nigga Tobi
Cus this beat is too packed nigga
This shit is too packed
They call me 2pac
I’m with the broo brap
I’m moving through traps yea
of the night and all that is trifle
Ex-dope boy, did all that, was trifle
I'm about peace but still got my rifle
[Chorus]
I'm about peace but I'm with these
it off slow (Give it up)
Used to rob niggas, I'd run up on 'em with two Glocks
Like run that, before you meet my favorite rapper, 2Pac
50 shots
the ground my niggas is going down
40 on the pound im steppin in london town
Tim westwood we smoking the best good
Tell a motherfuckas i ain't 2pac
But you'll
You're round in my 500
but I commence to shake you piggies while I'm gettin' blunted
My nigga 2PAC died and now you hoes is hunted
I give a fuck,
head, have you lookin' like Marbury
2Pac taught me keep a bomb ready
I'm drinkin' light, but my arm heavy
Private jettin', I know the pilot, used to be
the 2Pac era
I'm talkin' '98 drug money, shoebox era (shoebox era)
I proved my point once, in every take, the proof got clearer
Y'all niggas make threats
punch niggaz with glasses
Back in my third grade classes, squeezin' asses
My niggaz is never over, understand
I'm a 2Pac fan, this is the realest shit I
I will never let up
2Pac kept my head up
I’ve learned my lessons then I got my blessing
It was just a setup
B*tches get you set up snitching get you
heard that shit 2pac wannabe ass nigga (mocking P) "I ain't no rapper
I write short films"
o.k. grab your popcorn ain't no more sunshine.
Come on, O.K.,
around California
Like I am 2pac
Real Nigga
I got a family of hustlers and gangsters
And killers and criminals
Watch out
If we got smoke then I aim for
Bitch I done won, got it and I'm showin'
'Cause I ride the dick like a Harley
2pac is back, gangster party
Got a fetish for head in a Maserati
Gucci
the finger on MTV
2Pac Shakur, he was born to be a renegade
A product of the streets
Now look at what our streets done made
And took away all in the course
And
Never let Pharrell get his shot
And never let Lenny get his shot?
But I’mma tell y’all right now
I will take that spot i am 2Pac of
This clothing shit
was a Laker
Break 'em down and shake 'em
Pass it off to 2Pac
And let him take a jump shot
Because he gon' give it all he got
Back in the old days,
like am 2pac
Do all what you want but don't do crack
It's a blessing indeed
Watch me get all I need
Pain turned me to a beast
Then I plant a seed
And it
don't only take a shot
Cuss I got a full mag
When i go to the mall
I come back with full bags
Wavy wear a durag
Im real like I'm 2pac
He my role
remember 2Pac and 4-Tay
Them same two brothers dodgin' bullets representin' the Bay
'Pac when you was locked down, that's when I'll be around
Start
when Pac was going off on everyone in the industry
Or when Scarface and 2Pac did a song for the first time
Or the first time I heard UGK's One Day
I was
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
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