Lyrics:
flops
Choppa by the door you should think not
Pockets filled with thick knots
In my tech suit all that designer got me too hot
Hoes I hit 'em up like 2pac
the booth
Dawg, I'm the truth like Biggie rockin' with 2Pac in the suit
Talking to Proof dropping a deuce
Fill up a syllable clip like a refillable script
but a buckshot, chck-pow!
Motherfuck your life, pussy blood clot
Ain't never been no rapper this cold since 2Pac was froze
And thawed out for spot
even know your name
It's a shame, you crackin' 'em up and fuckin' a nigga like 2Pac up
I'm leavin' these foes to be the flowers and wake don't get me
2Pac
From this block to your block
You can tell the kids nod
One Nation, fuck around and
Get shot, you know, one Nation
Eastside, Westside, ha ha ha ha,
prenait pour des thugz en criant "all eyez on me"
À l'ancienne c'était légendaire comme 2pac
On aimait déconner faire des plans au terrain vague
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
"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
the same, you gotta dream they gon kill it now
Man, excuse my 2pac, if I gotta use that, I'ma use my 2pac
It's a mind state to make you a aware nigga, think
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
niggas all talkin' crazy
Hottest nigga spittin' and they can't debate it
I didn't really know 2Pac or Big
But know the beast within'll reincarnate 'em
But even then man the party won’t stop we goin’ keep the shit bumpin’ all night!
(Let's do it like this) Yo
RIP 2Pac and B.I.G (Biggie)
RIP Big Pun,
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
the root of all evil
Im coming with the knowledge for my little ones growing up
Living rough doing anything to make you tough
This day of age its all about
with us
You a op and you an enemy now
Boss nigga calling shots like
I'm Penny Liddell
I hit them bitches that you
Never see at 70 down
Look, 2Pac back,
, no matter who hate on you, go ahead and Tell em muthafuck y'all
I guess that's the thug in me, 2pac Bruh I know he looking over me, everyone loving
me the truth
I dapped up Steve jobs special edition iPod 2
I with 2pac 2
Ride around Mercedes coupe
Kick like Bruce Lee
Baby what the routine been
just inspired by our idols
Feeling so idle, when I'm not writing
Got no motivation, in my bed feeling lifeless
Going crazy like I'm claiming 2Pac
on a tombstone
It ain't no other option
If you down to ride then you shooting at the opps here
If you down to ride then you thugging on 2pac shit
Ain't no second
hate to see boss playa like 2pac did sing
But my socks is clean, in tippity top shape
Now stop wait a minute I’m bout to break the brigade
You’re always
than the tuned rap
Oh snap, I want back to times where we had 2pac
2pac or Eminem lose yourself don't tell your friends
California Love with D-R-E was so
old talk left me confused
You'd rather be old rich me or new you?
And old niggas, y'all stop actin' brand new
Like 2Pac ain't have a nose ring too,
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
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