Lyrics:
proper|Basquiat and 2Pac both fucked Madonna|So I will not wear a rubber when my chance to fuck Rihanna||I'm a self-made millionaire, got all my niggas out
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
and poked on shit that is potent
Fresh out the pot, 2Pac couldn't picture my rollin'
Hook
Cam'ron:
I said it's the Diplomats, y'all kickin' is chicken
hoppin' the fence
I got my weight up
I'm menace bitch, I'm doing push-ups like Fifty
I got on a bandana like 2Pac
And going going back to Cali like
a tight noose
Cause most of ya'll rappers all
2Pac and the Outlawz
75 percent of ya'll publishin'
Doubt ya'll thuggish men
Face this capital punishment
block em
They be slaving like sam done damn shot em
Got a stick yea my guy got alotta
2Pac damn near raised me
Thats why I'm crazy
Made a move like damn
it
I'mma everyday struggle 'til I get to the top
I study Em, BIG, Tech N9ne, 2Pac
Come to my crib unannounced I got a big t-tato pie
Hopped up 9.
keep a distance, huh
Dream motion living, being broke
Got me livid, huh
Bitches after bitches, huh
All my niggas 2Pac
Speaking revolution or that shit
and forth on the 'Gram, I had to block him (No)
Rather catch him lackin' in public and then pop him (come here)
Caught him on the elevator, had to 2Pac him
with us
You a op and you an enemy now
Boss nigga calling shots like
I'm Penny Liddell
I hit them bitches that you
Never see at 70 down
Look, 2Pac back,
like I knew 'em through they rhymes
At that age, I saw a man cry and seen a man die
2Pac he was that nigga from movie to motion pictures
It was Pablo,
my man mama no work, I still sold her some
Might as well get it from me, she just gon' go spend her dough with someone
I'm 2Pac in Juice, why this
in graffiti, like 2Pac or Biggie, I feel like a milli
My niggas, they gave me a shot (a shot)
It got me a spot (a spot), and now I'm the hot boy
heard that shit 2pac wannabe ass nigga (mocking P) "I ain't no rapper
I write short films"
o.k. grab your popcorn ain't no more sunshine.
Come on, O.K.,
Let me hear y'all flirt
Go on and on
Felt don't stop
Diggin' up the dirt
Peace to anybody who's got a 2Pac shirt
Go on and on
in peace 2pac from master p, doin' 2-11s
187 khadafi, murder
Puttin' niggas in six foot motherfuckin' gurters
If you fuck with this tru clique
Nigga
think I could fucking run like you huh
See I'm just tryna find a way to your chest
Bumping 2Pac and Biggie while my mind on the breasts
So much shit up
My shit rock like 2Pac or Os on a ghetto stove
My flows will leave 'em weak, you see the rose petals blow
Gun smoke settles slow when I blow the cold
a muthafuckin case like 2Pac
A real nigga gotta have balls and brains
To maintain in the game
Livin in the city with the killers and thugs
And might be dealin
goin off like I'm rich
Stayin true to my shit
I might spark the light that can change the world goin 2Pac in dis bitch
I been makin hits not noticing
Swang affiliate, X.O. sip, a gold getter
With the rest to gather, my cold killer
It's "Me Against the World" like 2Pac
And like Biggie, I'm "Ready
want 2Pac instead
Free 2Pac and his boy Skinny Penis
They’re hiding with Biggie you gotta believe this
It’s no biggie we can definitely complete this
Where my heart been tryna' go
Since my Reeboks with the velcro
2pac on my elbow
Ridin' on my Huffy with my Walkman as my cellphone
Felt it fo' they fell
it's a scrimmage
Lyrically I murder for hire, deliver, then it's man down
Who gon' get him up, try to sit him up
Thinkin' 2Pac "Hit 'em Up" how I lit
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