Lyrics:
thats how it is
So thats how it is
You been talking shit
I been making hits
MF all you do is talk shit
Not bout the walk shit
Bitch im going on my 2Pac
thats how it is
So thats how it is
You been talking shit
I been making hits
MF all you do is talk shit
Not bout the walk shit
Bitch im going on my 2Pac
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.,
was an escape for poor black folk
2pac told us all America eats is babies
Since I been in a Mercedes my ladies relate to that quote
Upset, veins
him to satan that young nigga too hot
Thinking bout faking my death like I'm 2Pac
Might lace an opp jay bitch like a shoe knot
Fuck it up, fuck it up
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
bone, bone
We crept and we came
Like bone, bone, bone
I'ma stay real til the day I'm gone
Lil E, 2pac and Big Smalls
Stay ballin'
Back to the basic
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
That's when the profit is controlled
I seen this before with 2Pac and this is old
Sony recycled Michael with that album and it sold
'Cause fans are really
You're round in my 500
but I commence to shake you piggies while I'm gettin' blunted
My nigga 2PAC died and now you hoes is hunted
I give a fuck,
head, have you lookin' like Marbury
2Pac taught me keep a bomb ready
I'm drinkin' light, but my arm heavy
Private jettin', I know the pilot, used to be
ho's something to see
2Pac All Eyez On Me, 2Chainz yeah, Feds Watching me
Too live crew, Gucci two times hit one too many bitch and I might be
Haters
tongue and teeth
And do you like 2pac did in above the rim
I'll show you how to kill it, show you how to kill it, show you how to kill em'''
I ain't got
(whoa)
I guess I'm just here for your amusement (yeah)
You've seen it all before, guys know how the story goes
It's like 2Pac never died, sit back,
Eh It all started with 2pac all eyes on me
Couldn't believe what I was hearing G
This was amazing I can't believe
I wasn't there when it happened G
wife
I did it twice yeah I’m trife
I don’t give a fuck
I kill a nigga do life do life twice you
Do 2pac like I roll dice
Put your life on the line
Bet it
mean shit now
Everybody wan' record, make a hit now
They forgot about the Biggies and the 2Pac
Niggas who done got shot for hip-hop
Niggas who done died
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,
Yeah yeah
Shoot a cop
Feel like 2Pac
Shoot his back
So he can't walk
Pay em' off
So he can't talk
All that fashion
Hit that walk
See the clout
park 2Pac off of ""Juice""
Plus I got Memphis blood don't knock the blue suede shoes
I got that Memphis plug to drop on you, say who? (Mafia)
Them hot
a twenty-two, I'm the trailer park 2Pac off of "Juice"
Plus I got Memphis blood, don't knock the blue suede shoes
I got that Memphis plug to drop on you, say
niggas all talkin' crazy
Hottest nigga spittin' and they can't debate it
I didn't really know 2Pac or Big
But know the beast within'll reincarnate 'em
We stack it up we get it back 2 back just like it's m&m And I didn't get my victim bitch reload and we gon spin again Its 2pac in this fucking Benz
hole in his top like a juice box
Brodie seen a opp and got to blowin' like his food hot
Shit, he live the thug life like he 2Pac
Wanna know unc'? He
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