Lyrics:
the second Celebrity Deathmatch (ding ding)
So tell the medic to bring the medication and quickly (hurry up man!)
I'm sicker than a 2Pac dedication to Biggie
gets spent up
And you want to get rid of
A hood bitch with game
And every bitch said I'm a good bitch
Fucking with the wood grain
Everybody still
and on that 2Pac
In front of them ooh-wops, trying to show out, that's the ho route
Talking loud talkin' 'bout that's gangsta shit
When i hold the mic is like 2pac is brought to life
Coz im young strong and ambitious mama tought me right
Homefood is always dicious moma cooked it
Uh
One shot, two shots
I done mixed McQueen with the Blue Dot
Thug life, 2Pac
Smoke me a J on the rooftop
Champagne, campaign
Spend a whole day
granny house with vanilla wafers
This the remedy, the seperation
2Pac of my generation
Blue pill in the fuckin' Matrix
Red rose in the gray pavement
They don't wanna let me shine
They don't wanna see me glow
Everyday hating me
Got their eyes on me
I've been feeling like 2pac
Yeah
Why you beefing
Bitch I live like 2pac on above the rim
It's a planet full of them
But it's only 1 of him
All my girlfriends say
Can you cum again
There can only be one
ki's, I'mma get him, think I won't? (better get'em)
And my nigga 2Pac got the fucking Glock cocked, and he's ready
When the kid, didn't even bring
that shit, I'll knock you out
A nigga be pickin' you up off of the ground for thinkin' you 2Pac
And shawty give me neck till I pass out
And she just
seen God
Niggas sellin' crack, Dre sellin' headphones
2Pac in heaven, bumpin' Biggie "Dead Wrong"
Cherry red Impala, Bobble head red bone
I just killed
Empire
They kicked you off the show, now what career you got?
Had the nerve to be on stage sayin' you the gay 2Pac
Paid niggas to beat you up to get
hands now"
"Clap your hands now"
Brothers know the flavs when the Quest gets loose
Slamming sucker fuckers like the wrestler Zeus
Crazier than 2Pac
Back from the dead eazy-E, 2016
With my mothafuckin' nigga DJ Chop
With the homie 2Pac back up, Back up
Motherfuckers are 2 Hot
Now, ever since
fool's who
Said we wouldn't be major
Player hatin' up and down
Not knowing there was Bounty 'ru's
All around i know you fool's can't stand me
As I bail
to motivate
Give me a break
And then it's time to illustrate
2Pac will terminate
'cause niggas like to perpetrate
Rhymes I create
Yo you best believe they're
styles how we Our own styles
How we Our own styles our own styles
Don't you love it? 2Pac free shit
That reach the public still I
Believe my speech so
I'ma let your grandpa hit it, mix it up with cocaine so he can't forget it
Fuck it, maybe I'm a bum
But I was put on this earth to make your baby mama
be hitting switches
Calling 2Pac daddy
It ain't my fault that she's sprung on me
And ain't it fun I make her cum
Put her tongue on me
That's
the candle lit, my nigga never rowed
Niggas caught him slipping, gave him a shit bag
Five shots to the stomach, 2Pac gift pack
It's death row, conspiracy
the candle lit, my nigga never rowed
Niggas caught him slipping, gave him a shit bag
Five shots to the stomach, 2Pac gift pack
It's death row, conspiracy
cause my nuts is bigger
Strapped with a tec 9 a mac 10 and 2 glocks
Dumpin' niggas in ditches cause I'm a thug like 2Pac
I'm kickin' it in Cali but
One shot, two shots
I done mixed McQueen with the Blue Dot
Thug life, 2Pac
Smoke me a J on the roof top
Champagne, campaign
Spent a whole day
Nip, Spice-1 or 2Pac never gave a gun to me
So gangsta rap ain't done shit for that
I've even seen white folks from River Oaks go get the gat
So why
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