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the coldest white rapper in the game Since the one with the bleached hair Yeah, they love it when I talk shit I get around, yeah I'm on my 2Pac shit I kinda
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
worry me Fuck the fame, I'm true to the game 'til they bury me God gave me game, so I'm hustlin' Pour out some liqour for my niggas, 2Pac is still
cause my nuts is bigger Strapped with a tec 9 a mac 10 and 2 glocks Dumpin' niggas in ditches cause I'm a thug like 2Pac I'm kickin' it in Cali but
I just want to go to your parties So I can run through all your goth bitches And rock bitches Take 'em on the block and now they 2Pac bitches I
you never questioned when I said I Would be a mogul before I visit 2Pac and Left-eye Eazy and Aaliyah when I see you we gon' test drive A Lambo in
beside me, and 2Pac me Holla if you hear me, tears flowing sincerely Check up on my block weekly, my health yearly Something's wrong with me, niggas
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,
love it, girl (Know that I love it) Keep making that good music I know you remember what 2Pac taught you (Oh yeah) 'Cause you've been smashing ever
knot thick, I'm it Motherfucker, I'm ill Yeah See, they say I'm rappin' like B.I.G., Jay, and 2Pac André 3000, where is Erykah Badu at? Who that?
the candle lit, my nigga never rowed Niggas caught him slipping, gave him a shit bag Five shots to the stomach, 2Pac gift pack It's death row, conspiracy
the candle lit, my nigga never rowed Niggas caught him slipping, gave him a shit bag Five shots to the stomach, 2Pac gift pack It's death row, conspiracy
it, street game Fugazi I'm elevated to the top of this shit Done fucked around and put me and 2Pac on the bitch And you can tell 'em "Thug Life" was
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
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
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
tired God in me I am a giant God in me I slay Goliath With a sling shot and a smooth rock I boom boom like boombox My head up like 2Pac I'm limitless No
like I'm 2Pac I'm talkin' trap shit every time That the beat drop Too much drip I might need a mop Keep a stick by the door when I'm in the trap spot Opp
jack in my lab, don't wanna see 2Pac Got two spots, a new lot, flooded with rocks Shoot-outs makin' me hot, crooked cops Bad Tony and the ball drop In
jack in my lab, don't wanna see 2Pac Got two spots, a new lot, flooded with rocks Shoot-outs makin' me hot, crooked cops Bad Tony and the ball drop In
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
hands now" "Clap your hands now" Brothers know the flavs when the Quest gets loose Slamming sucker fuckers like the wrestler Zeus Crazier than 2Pac
still dissin', wonderin' why I ain't sayin' it I can smell the setup, that's that 2Pac in Vegas hit I revealed myself and some don't know what to make
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