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with two Glocks cocked
I do pop shots to make your fucking crew hop scotch
And fuck you cops cause you cock block
Killuminati spit the shit that got 2Pac

Everytime i speak i reach a new prestigeous
I'm eages
Protected by the angels no demons
I dont see or hear no evil
Screaming with my 2pac voice
free my

we just prove them wrong
Just had to "Hold On Be Strong" Just like 2PAC
No matter how many times they shoot us down
Still we'll shoot our shots

wheels then turn 2pac up. I got my rocks up but now dem dope phenes taking pills won’t let that stop nun. When it’s beef homie we not running just hold my

niggas by ah accident
Nigga philosophy and Stylez they be like who that
All eyez on us like we 2Pac the new rap
So many girls all on my nuts
I’m like a kid

scared to eat alone cus Ik what I bring to the table

I was down bad and hurting a lot 
I kept goin I can't Neva stop
I got a wise mind like 2pac
Wish my

She don’t wanna leave me buh hold me tight
Pull up in my drip in my new durag 
And I bring the vibe back like I’m 2pac
Many niggas out there be like I’m

feats

Ridin' 4x4, 4x4
Ridin' 4x4, bitch, I'm ridin'
Feel like I died in drive-by like 2Pac
Fly high, just look in my both eyes
Why? Same level
My guy,

the fame, I'm true to the game 
Till they bury me 
God gave me game so I'm hustlin', 
Pour out some liquor for my niggas 
2pac is still strugglin' 
My

like I don't spit
Burn the blessed
The truth, 2Pac jewels like I serve them wet
Vado!

This homicide was prophesized before I
Was a toddler's size
Any

Walking down this lonely road tryna find my way

I feel like I can't walk no more, but I can fly away

Tryna get like 2pac living better days

But

Jealous

Nefarious

Speak of Da Devil

2000

knowin I have to have a nine
And half the time I paccs mac with two Gloccs
I sport a vest, fucc that shit they did to 2pac
Don't take it off for shit

rest since 03
And I'm still going
Here's one for the road then
A goodbye kiss from an old man
The hood got rich from my offerings
I've seen 2Pac kids get

rest since 03
And I'm still going
Here's one for the road then
A goodbye kiss from an old man
The hood got rich from my offerings
I've seen 2Pac kids get

turn that nigga to 2Pac (On God)
We pull up to your show
Got 'em strapped to the door so
It's gon' be a shootout (Bang)
Ain't worried 'bout a nigga

recognize who shot ya
Watch how you speak on my name before they 2pac ya
I love my vultures that's on me I gon' shoot 'bout them
I'll go, uh, I'll catch

Bubs and Daddy's gonna do that
Even when I die, I'mma live as long as 2Pac
I'm putting down some songs, when I go
You better use that
And call the album

fit my head like it was tailored
I'm on my worst behavior I feel like 2Pac in Vegas
Some phanda pusha yeah
The vision super clear
Fuck your opinion you

west
Would have been fresh, on tour stopping through
To get caught caught up with you
But all that's left is a shoe box and pictures
Just like 2Pac

through the years
And shed so many tears lord

Now that I'm strugglin' in this business
By any means label me greedy gettin' green
But seldom seen
And fuck

it's clear
Living in a poundland California
A poundland California
We had it easy
So smooth
So many faces filled every room
We didn't care much for

That's my new addition, nobody in it
Chop shops in the hood, no karate in it
So much money, got a money tree
Whoop so many niggas' ass, shit we money team

Survival 1st

C-BO

Master P Presents...West Coast Bad Boyz II

1997

[Chorus]
California's the state where punk niggas die. 
First thought be survival every mornin' when I rise. 
So many murders and homicides in

get caught by the police
And locked up for life
I need some money to splash on that iggy shit
Hurry I think I'm gon' die
I been so high that my head in