Lyrics:
my adversaries they don't understand what we go through
To become a man, we sheddin tattoed tears
Chorus: 2Pac + Young Noble
I said many times
expanded and made it worse
Now you all stressed out
You wish you got it straightened out
But it's too far gone
From "Who Shot Ya?" to "Hit 'Em Up
really ride
They piggy back, I'll trade them all
To have 2Pac and Biggie back
Facts, don't give me dap
Don't want your pity want fifty fifty
Just give
like diabetes
Can't turn hard again you let em live a day
In these fazos you see how hard it get
I been rapping so hard i been feeling
Like I'm 2pac
FOREPLAY 2pac Skakur
CARESS a military mind nigga
A military mind mean money
A criminal grind nigga
A criminal grind mean hustle
You know
We
"god damn" like I was Roxane
All eyes on me just like 2Pac song
Can't silence me but I'm still 'bouta pop off
I'm a big man, I got six hands; hold more
album to 2Pac
I'm a hustler, I thought you knew that
I could sell a Biggie Smalls album to 2Pac
I just do what I wanna, when I wanna, how I wanna
Morris Chestnut was a actor
2Pac was the real life "Ricky!"
Then they shot down the nigga that shot him, I swear to God
If I'm lying then Compton is New
get high
If you miss 2Pac and Nate, let's get high
I mean, every time you come to LA, get high
Ain't it good to you? Hell yeah
The doc said I had
bitch for the kill
She answer back, I'ma swarm it
Probably all be in Florida
I put your bitch in that cool water
Say I remind her of 2Pac
32 shots in my
K5, LAX, I flew by niggas
To live and die in LA, I feel like 2Pac
Nigga look, I said I flew by niggas
Westside when we ride, I feel like 2Pac
Nigga
shit that got Big and 2Pac killed (it's Gucci)
Haha
Okay
For the record, this is not a diss record
It's just the truth
It's Gucci, the livin'
shit that got Big and 2Pac killed (it's Gucci)
Haha
Okay
For the record, this is not a diss record
It's just the truth
It's Gucci, the livin'
the pen like my cousin Bud
Lunatic Insane, and my partner T-Love
Big Tom, Ray Ray, Killa Cuddy, Mac Dre
Cleek, Jamal, Jinx and Bluebonic, man
[ 2Pac ]
Now
Man, last time 2Pac came to me in a dream
I was living in Wichita, Kansas
Once I moved to LA
I think there was so many things
Being thrown at me
about 9
Rocking the latest R9s
Wanting to reach to cloud 9
Started to learn about rhymes
2pac was the outline
Changes
Living dangerous
The pain it
know that doo-doo
Ipod blastin', 2pac yeah hit em up
Chow down, spit em up
Black bag, get em up
Call the chef tonight, were having sinners for dinner
the car go vroom
Ambition of a rider
I feel like 2pac
Yea I'ma hit em up
Nigga I got the juice
Now I'm warmed up
Like I took a shot of henny
But I been
like to
Give a shout out to all
The tre whizz kids out there
Aunt Micky in the house
And I'm chilling up in the
Studio with 2Pac and
Cocoa G and uh
solidified spot
Only wavy-ass beats you can find me on
I can make this shit sound like an R&B song
I can make it 2Pac and some Jon B. on
Come on, yeah,
Ready Gov? Yeah
Don't let them niggas gaffle you aight
Hehe, run that shit
Yeah bitches, things to get worse
So meet 2Pac and Rich, each to go worse
spendin' every penny
2Pac Shakur, ridin' through the North up in the Bentley
Curtis Jackson ain't no actin' when I'm on a mission
Tryna assassinate my
c'mon)
We got a booth at this McDonalds at a pit stop
He told me he started a 2Pac Party (Is 2Pac allowed?)
Beauty Dior, Kendra, Jade, and some other
jeep bumping that 2pac
I'm walking around in my hood
Cocked back two Glocks 98 in my status
I came back I'm the baddest
Christian's on my feet
I told you
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