Lyrics:
you cuffed my hands, you shot my heart like two times
Should be dead, but I'm alive and feeling like I'm 2Pac
Resurrected in me, imma spread good
salary, Made they nose Powdery
For the n****'s that doubted me, BUT 2PAC "GOT ALL EYESZ ON ME"
Aye Look how i stole ya attention you kno Got D*** well i
do for Love
Yeah yeah yeah what you won't do
Ah yeah 2Pac in the house
Scars, tears on your pillow
And you still stay as you sit
And pray hopin'
after time
Got my checks now watch me take off
What's up now
(Keep it going Flip you coming off)
All my life I been surrounded by danger
Sneaky bitches
surgery (Serious)
Must be blind deaf dumb if you ain't heard of me
"Versace, Versace," I did that in the 90s
With 2Pac and $hort and the Click and K-Ci
ain't scared cause 2pac got kilt
I'm on tilt
Feelin' the motherfucking guilt
Thug Nigga
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
the Neptune sound
Okay, hot Hov', too hot to hold
Ladies love me long time like 2Pac sold
Only way to roll, Jigga and two ladies
I'm too cold, Motorola, two
me wrong
But to me its just the same old song
So just watch, my name is shock, and I like to rock
And you can't stop this
2pac go ahead and rock
me wrong
But to me its just the same old song
So just watch, my name is shock, and I like to rock
And you can't stop this
2pac go ahead and rock
Riding all day 2pac
Elevate to new heights
Enlightenment is free
Feel my spirit ya you
Know it as energy
When I pass through
Your life you gone
Remember me
They don't wanna let me shine
They don't wanna see me glow
Everyday hating me
Got their eyes on me
I've been feeling like 2pac
Yeah
Why you beefing
out some Hen
This my dedication, my nigga 2Pac
And you can best believe -
That it won't stop, uh
You should've known that I'd be coming back
Especially
or the
Legs of a hoochie
And that's off top like a toupee, I'm 2Pac
Coming back for doomsday, spitting at cops
Go and cop my album
Get high to it, pop some
seen God
Niggas sellin' crack, Dre sellin' headphones
2Pac in heaven, bumpin' Biggie "Dead Wrong"
Cherry red Impala, Bobble head red bone
I just killed
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
Radio
2pac Still Bumping In My Stereo
My Memories
Is Taking Me
Back
cll Of This Gang cctivity
Is Making Me Rap
I'm writing stories
bout my life, pumping
Radio
2pac Still Bumping In My Stereo
My Memories
Is Taking Me
Back
cll Of This Gang cctivity
Is Making Me Rap
I'm writing stories
bout my life, pumping
'm falling (We good, we good, falling)
We divided (Why you say that? nah this just how I look, divided, I'm good, I'm good)
Falling
As the late 2Pac would put
Ah, me and my nigga 2Pac finna do what we do
Understand this
'Cause it's way understandable
Niggas done changed, man
Niggas done really changed, Rich
When i hold the mic is like 2pac is brought to life
Coz im young strong and ambitious mama tought me right
Homefood is always dicious moma cooked it
the stash box popped 2 glocks
Peace "All Eyez On Me," 2Pac
Everybody know he a boss he still gotta floss
He on the same bullshit that sent Gotti up north
'm not racist, I never lied
But I know there's a disconnect between your culture and mine
Yeah, I praise 2Pac like he was a fuckin' god
He was fighting
everything in the
Someone help me please universe within the light
Someone help me! Understanding
They already did 2Pac My children, all six
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