Lyrics:
Laleyi lasan won ma bebe
If I take a light
Is like I take a flight
I'm the highest in the room
I'm feeling so nice
I meet nice people like 2pac shakur
spark thug luvin you hard
not makin love to Al Green shyt we`re bumpin 2pac
cuz ima rida
you my rida
we gon be together til somebody dies-a
and god willin
me in the streets, fuck the billboard charts
Molly in the bag, lean in my cup
Your main bitch on Facetime acting like a slut
2Pac shit, hit 'em up
2Pac died
Puttin' dust in they weed, after they heard How High
KRS was the main one, I heard Stay Wise
Before, N.W.A., you never thought of drive-by
her groove back
The kind of flow that put the rhythm in 2Pac
8 years later
They're saying Ghetto Gospel was
Ahead of it's time i'm like, duh
Tell ‘em I
2枚買いの 2Pac
袖を通した M-65
バンダナ巻いて出来上がり 中毒
増やしてく仲間 '78
両手は汚してく毎日
Teqnics 針落として始まる hard knock life
顔にキズやら腕に彫る Montana
M.O.S.A.D. Ballers
リョウとくすねた AIR
just a nut
No homo, I can do that with my hand, bitch
What? Bitch I think I'm 2Pac
Bitch I think I'm 2Pac
Niggas talk that shit 'til they
Get their ass
on)
And I pray you feel the same way as that 2Pac song
We ain't your hoes or your bitches, trophies, or meant for pimpin'
Recognize a gift from God
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
the government can't stand us
Running from the police
Let me proceed
A letter to the pen
Respect to my OGs
I keep saying
Fuck the music in my radio
2pac
2Pac died
Puttin' dust in they weed, after they heard How High
KRS was the main one, I heard Stay Wise
Before, N.W.A., you never thought of drive-by
ladies
BIG or Small, I put it in your Bush, Babees
MC's don't Breed cause we keep a 2Pac
G like Craig and in your ear like Mack
So don't be an Outkast,
behind i know your kind
The type to try to pull
2Pac down in his prime
We all human coming in
Different shapes and size
They tear you down when you
Tell
Money Verse
ch Yall
it like 2pac if my homie call
We gonna ball
Yo, shout out to my team
I'm doing my thing
Shout out to
everybody doin' it Shout out
Money Verse
ch Yall
it like 2pac if my homie call
We gonna ball
Yo, shout out to my team
I'm doing my thing
Shout out to
everybody doin' it Shout out
Straight out the cemetery back from the dead
Eazy mothafukkin' E
'Bout to bust fuckin' lead chop Up & 2Pac
Back up in the cut 2016
Still don't give
esta vida drogas y putas
Esta vida es muy corta mis G`s la disfrutan
Cero paranoia las pacas por la ruta
Por el barrio en Supra me siento 2PAC
Tú hoe me
remember 2Pac and 4-Tay
Them same two brothers dodgin' bullets representin' the Bay
'Pac when you was locked down, that's when I'll be around
Start
even know your name
It's a shame, you crackin' 'em up and fuckin' a nigga like 2Pac up
I'm leavin' these foes to be the flowers and wake don't get me
Master P, Lil' Rick, 2Pac
All my niggas Down South hustlin'
And all the motherfuckin' real niggas on the West Coast
The best coast, toast to the best
choppin' up rocks in my rock shop
And label me a drug deala, just anotha hard nigga
Rest in peace to 2Pac and the rest of y'all thug niggas
Playaz
ain't cut from no cloth
I was cooked in a broth
I'm made of groundbreaking mettle breaking metal like Toph
And I'm channeling my inner 2Pac
Rappers
slugs
2Pac hit em up, we don’t give no fucks
We don’t give no fucks
Two glocks and a bentley truck
Got lean in a sippy cup
Got a k by my seat tucked
Only
destined for fame
Got a real job and let it enter my brain
Yeah
And now I’m coming back with a vengeance
Ballads by 2pac in the back of my entrance
Feeling
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