Lyrics:
to dumpin' on they ass, like the last outlaws
Rich, 2Pac and the Click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips
With enough shit to raise your block in one dip
We
to dumpin' on they ass, like the last outlaws
Rich, 2Pac and the Click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips
With enough shit to raise your block in one dip
We
ain't come over here to get
Strokin' and all that bullshit
You came over her to get fucked
I fuck you thug style, baby
You leave my house sayin'
2Pac game
(whoa)
I guess I'm just here for your amusement (yeah)
You've seen it all before, guys know how the story goes
It's like 2Pac never died, sit back,
block's got em
I'm screaming like them two cops when 2Pac shot em
Holding 2 Glocks, hope your doors got new locks on em
My daughter's feet ain't got no
how you act when you pull back all them curtains?
Do he think I'm 2Pac 'cause I'm black and put them works in?
Does he know his daughter might have
the Gemini that I am
And there are so many examples
Throughout our history: Miles Davis, Biggie
Smalls, Lauryn Hill, Prince, 2Pac the
Gemini that I am
It is my
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
bitch, I'm 2Pac twin
Came up 'round sharks, so that's just how I swim
Came up 'round sharks, so that's just how I swim
(That's just how I swim)
This
on that Cali' bumping 2Pac
It’s me against the world now what’s your phone number?
Jumping in that range rover and I’m coming over
(Fuck’n you) Been
This ya boy Lyfe Jennings, or rather yo, ya ya ya boy 2Pac
Check it out
Some say the darker the berry, the sweeter the juice
I say the darker
waitin' on the outcome
Free 2Pac is all that's on a nigga's mind
But at the same time it seems, they tryin' to take mine
So I'mma get smart and get
waitin' on the outcome
Free 2Pac is all that's on a nigga's mind
But at the same time it seems, they tryin' to take mine
So I'mma get smart and get
of
The snow I’m finding out like two prongs
Listening to 2pac too long
But you don’t have that last at
You don’t have to rhyme like
That to be acting
Even
drugs?
Lord knows I deserve to die on an acid high and I'm double cupped
Cold line, hundred blunts
Seen a few bitches I'd love to fuck
2Pac in 96
they see me as 2Pac the don
And this bitch with 2 Glocks, I'm wrong
The homie still gon' roll and standin' with your biggest G
You still gon' fold, I
I've been thinkin'
Now I'm ridin' through traffic with 2Pac blastin'
With a bitch that's irritatin' from all these questions she askin'
Like what
glocks (Got glocks)
Fuck, I make u pop (Pop pop)
Fuck I'm like 2pac (2pac)
But I ain't gone die
She texts I don't reply
She says "I don't know know why"
My
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
for the record, that hard is what I'm copping
Blasting 2Pac in some fishnet stockings
You know you miss this, right
M I S S, miss this spot
Used to call
God bless 2pac rest his soul
God bless hip-hop protect this flow
God rest them wack mc’z that stress my soul
& make it so I can’t hear my baby…
like a hoop star
Black marble, white walls in my new spot
Four chains, big studs, a nigga too fly
Top down, tank top, I think I'm 2Pac
So I'm labeled
fuck and I can own ya
One cold night in October
Pussy had me floatin'
Feel like Deepak Chopra
Pussy had me dead
Might call 2Pac over
Yeezys all
drew a queen of hearts now baby I'm calling bluff
Now baby I'm calling
Uh
Calling ur phone jus to take u back
What I do for love like my names 2pac
I
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