Lyrics:
and type it over
With babies on the block under arms like fighting odors
Coppers and quotas
Hold ya head like 2Pac had taught
Obviously they are
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?
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
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
Nip, Spice-1 or 2Pac never gave a gun to me
So gangsta rap ain't done shit for that
I've even seen white folks from River Oaks go get the gat
So why
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
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
'scuse me on my 2Pac
Keep your head up, when did you stop, loving thy
Color of your skin? Color of your eyes
That's the real blues, baby, like you met
Demon Loc
Damn too many of my homies got smoked
Before I lost 2Pac I lost my Grand Pa
Tha Raw dogg, I called him pa pa, aah naw
Not Reverend Harris
Keep the feds on the low, in the darkest spot
Like Jigga, my lifestyle is just hard to knock
A nigga with more juice than 2Pac
My crew moves
Wir sind 2Pac sein Vater, so wie 2Pac sein Vater
Ihr seid Gucci-Bandana voll auf Hustensaft
Fahrt da bei 'ner Ruderregatta, wir versuchen das anders
Bounce 2 This Ghetto jam
Bounce 2 This Ghetto jam
Verse 1
Yeah
Yo yeah
In the bay Ladies
Think we
Remind them as 2pac and the outlaws
Chasing
around
Who said life is priceless
So far your life cost me a-
Yo, it's the return of the man
I'm still alive just like 2pac
Girls in the front row girls in
to the basics and break it all the way all the way down
You can hate it but face it B.I.G. and 2Pac just ain't around
Everywhere you go, there I go, I'm 50 Cent
to the basics and break it all the way all the way down
You can hate it but face it B.I.G. and 2Pac just ain't around
Everywhere you go, there I go, I'm 50 Cent
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?
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
a bond and shackles and that nigga fainted
2Pac trigger man, somewhere on his knees praying
Now it's time fo' certain things to come to life
David
featuring Master P Silkk the Shocker
(Master P)
Like 2Pac said only God can judge me
But I think only black Jesus can help me
hot
I'm like a little Biggie mixed with 2Pac
I'm like a little Nas mixed with a Jay-Z
I'm spitting like a Mac mixed with a K
Cook crack bring it back
They put, all eyez on me
Makin' em a molly poppin zombie, see
So I say 2pac and prodigy is living within us
There presence was enuf to give us smoke
I'd
droppin' evil with the people as my posse
Yo whoever shot 2Pac Amaru Shakur
Will forever be a dead man
Laying on the floor
Revolutionary thug shit dieing
Only for my sistas, for my riders
Let me see you throw your hands up
Hahaha i quit, you ass didn't
We up outta here
2Pac and Storm (That's right)
Outlaw
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