Lyrics:
in it, blueberry chocolate tah
*** chronic make me see ***, like 2Pac alive
Bandanna knotted in the front like 2Pac alive
Walkin' out the courthouse,
Had to go in deeper to make sure the people hear me now
Pass me the bottle and the Minute Maid
On my 2Pac how I want the juice
Tell the truth yes
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
Rowdy)
Wish Nipsey was alive and they killed 6ix9ine
Nip was like Malcolm X and 2Pac combined
He probably kickin' it with Martin Luther King up in
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,
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
Ridin' round thru the city
Puffin on something sticky
Debating 2Pac or Biggie
Questioning who is with me
El kreepy got me real iffy
Then reality hit
on Channel 7 he do beats for 2Pac
Now coming out the spring from Heaven
Ya know my piece is, hotter than grease is
With no wrong way to eat
Ya face like
niggas gettin' rolled up
You think not gettin' dropped
We can handle this
'Cause 2Pac brain locked on a cannabis
Days are dangerous, shoot 'em
But you
to win
Diz to the outside, 2Pac up the center
A ten minute game and we were the winners
The boys started smackin', talkin' that slack and
till he see
knotted in the front like 2Pac alive
Walkin out the courthouse spittin on the camera guy
I bang (Thug Life), but this ain't Death Row
This some gangster
gangsta)
Play or stay (gangsta)
Yeah, yeah (gangsta, gangsta)
Death Row
Yeah, yeah, my nigga 2Pac rest in peace
Dogg Pound
Dippin' real hard y'know
Moshin' to nostalgic rock shit, I'm Brock
Bitch
Semi-automatic might blast like Team Rocket
Wait, and tell 'em I'm mixing that
Slayer with that 2Pac
2Pac rest in peace man
We got this man, 2004 shit man
This shit from the heart ya'll
Huh, I wish the best for my enemies
Brrrraaaaa-a ahhh
the credit went to Elvis
Know you never knew that, know you think I'm too black
I just think I'm too real, I grew up on 2Pac
You grew up thinkin' that
Yo Hip-Hop, Is niggas still talkin
Bout I can't rap, come on now
Look for me, Young K
Took 2Pac beat and got paid
My favorite rapper is Makaveli,
the mating
I sense the need in her grandma
Her nose has never been skating
But she's sippin' star constellation
For real her squirt game was so like 2Pac
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ain't got the whip
My wrist look just like a car wash
(Plugg, car wash)
I'm slidin' 2Pac with two Glocks
Because they all
you mothafuckers want Shady)
The lost begotten seed of 2Pac (if Pac was still here now)
To lead this industry into the ways of the man (he would never
in it, blueberry chocolate tah
*** chronic make me see ***, like 2Pac alive
Bandanna knotted in the front like 2Pac alive
Walkin' out the courthouse,
blessings
2pac said is there a ghetto in heaven, 'cause nowadays kids is getting fucked by their reverend
So many people, you gotta make exceptions 'cause
through traffic with 2Pac blastin'
With a bitch that's irritatin' from all these questions she askin'
Like what bitches I fucked, when, how and where
You
only person I trust is God, trust no one, like 2Pac he said)
He said trust nobody
I seen my homeboy do me kinda wrong
That's why you never hear Lil
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