Lyrics:
now
But things don't seem to equal out...
Mumia Abu Jamal ain't free
And why Assatta gotta flee
Young 2pac said that's the way it is
And I'm just
now
But things don't seem to equal out...
Mumia Abu Jamal ain't free
And why Assatta gotta flee
Young 2pac said that's the way it is
And I'm just
a bitch
Call me Niggarace each finger, it glists
You try to 2Pac me, I hit you with this
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
Acquired his knowledge from the streets
Makaveli, 2Pac Shakur
Was the rose that grew from concrete
America's most complete artist, regardless
One
Why is ratting at an all time high?
Why are you even alive?
Why they kill 2pac n' Chris?
Why, at the bar, you ain't take straight shots instead
Why is ratting at an all time high?
Why are you even alive?
Why they kill 2pac n' Chris?
Why, at the bar, you ain't take straight shots instead
the crack spot with a laptop
Bumpin' that Biggie Smalls and 2Pac
French braid and weed heads
Where'd all these niggas come from with these dreads?
everything in the
Someone help me please universe within the light
Someone help me! Understanding
They already did 2Pac My children, all six
fear, sittin around watchin muthafuckas die
The faces of death
Who coulda predicted 2pac would be next?
Read ghetto text: if you live by the sword
talkin' 'bout we gotta move
Eviction notices, I got 'em too
Movin' dolo, this was not a group
Knockin' 2Pac and a lot of Snoop
Got the hang of this shit
and 2Pac and they bark like this
As I spark my splif
I see the coroner puttin' chalk around the snitch
We be shootin' like free throws, flyin' them
wrote the block off, I talk that shit
Size 12 Bo Jacksons cause I walk that shit
There on Compton Blvd that's where I walk my pits
Biggie and 2Pac
trust you
Ok, niggas ain't loyal, niggas ain't loyal
Bad like milk niggas will spoil
Picture me rollin like 2Pac
Off two pills I popped, nigga Fuck You!
and young rich homie got
Money in the shoe box
Choppa red Dots on your your body
Like chicken pox screaming for my
Enemies feeling like 2Pac
Offset a classic
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
They say Henny make the world go 'round
2Pac wouldn't been shit without his mama
Obama wouldn't be shit without his mama, and his baby mama
See
sweeper with a K
Nigga, this is 2Pac mixed with the old Guwop
15 years, 30 mil', nigga, who flopped?
One good song, but you ain't got a classic yet
blessings
2pac said is there a ghetto in heaven, 'cause nowadays kids is getting fucked by their reverend
So many people, you gotta make exceptions 'cause
chi-chang (Huh)
Yellow in my diamonds, lemon ring
I’m feeling like 2Pac in this rap game
(Shakur)
Giuseppe steppers never looked better
Bring the chinchilla
was Diddy
When it came to the music then she got real picky
From New York, but preferred 2Pac over Biggie
No disrespect to Ms. Wallace, but she liked
down and laughing at'cha
I never be bothered like 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
Ayo Bans, what you cooking?
Oooh (la-la-la, mmm-mmm)
La-la-la
I ain't no 2Pac of this generation, I'm AI YoungBoy
You try to get ahead of this
here)
Ring a bell and make a nigga late
Like, what it do Bob?
This a warzone, send 'em to the gulag
They was talkin' shit, now they talk to 2Pac
Now
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