Lyrics:
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
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
huh) "Life After Death" and that 2Pac shit drop
I'm even good to a white boy with a slick top
Stuck up in the mountains with a
Gun and a rich pop
Who
Too high to be famous motherfucker! Yeah!
2Pac temper G in the mix
Never been so high in my life
Never been so ready for a fight
Never been so fresh
Glocks
You rock bullshit, while we knock 2Pac
This that high five, yep that fire
Big Snoop Dogg, yeah and I'm gon' die high
Itchy ga ga, you got bush
We
What? Most three dangerous words in the
Whole fucking music bidness
(You ain't heard?)
Snoop Dogg, Dat Nigga Daz and 2Pac
(From where?) death Row's
angus beef
You don't wanna order this
2 Glocks like 2Pac
I’m on my thug immortal shit
GPS goons show up to your coordinates
Chrome with the pearly, take
Ah, me and my nigga 2Pac finna do what we do
Understand this
'Cause it's way understandable
Niggas done changed, man
Niggas done really changed, Rich
musique
On s'en bat les couilles qu'tu kiffes pas
Quoi qu'il arrive tu cliqueras
Si un trou d'balle fait le 2Pac y
Aura des trous d'balles sur sa caisse
at'cha
I'll never be popular
Like that 2pac "I ain't mad at'cha"
So baby beware
This game of life is like do or die
It's hell on this Earth
The only
doubt me
I'm gettin' flammy on this 2Pac jammy
Yo, sittin' and pissin' on a bitch ass panty
Yeah, like it's magic we comin'
On that ass massive
Better tap
make it moonwalk
White glove money stuffed in my tube socks
Top down thug life, 2Pac
I'mma boss, I can get ya whole crew chopped
Teflon Don
congratulations 'cause you built somethin'
You takin' a lot of boxin' lessons, but you still pussy
I see right through you niggas just like 2Pac hologram
Ain't
granny house with vanilla wafers
This the remedy, the seperation
2Pac of my generation
Blue pill in the fuckin' Matrix
Red rose in the gray pavement
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
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
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
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
Of The Fittest-Mobb Deep, and Lost Boyz
Lickin shots got the game hot
They even flipped on 2PAC
Snoop Doggy Dogg put the West Coast in gear
Dr Dre, NWA, Eazy E's in
to a new house on a new hill
And choose a new spot, if niggas wanted you shot
I ain't a thug, how much 2Pac in you you got?
I ain't no bitch, neither
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
the second Celebrity Deathmatch (ding ding)
So tell the medic to bring the medication and quickly (hurry up man!)
I'm sicker than a 2Pac dedication to Biggie
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