Lyrics:
the fakes
I think you should trade
Give us 2Pac back, and take that nigga Suge (ooh!)
Let the legend resurrect and he gon' live for good (ooh!)
I been
got a call from Mama
Auntie passed, it's raining
Send my cousin my love I'm outside praying
Raw papers blazing
Humbly patient this what I live by
me in a daze
I can hear 2Pac tellin' me to be strong (you better be strong)
But my nigga got stoned and left us out here alone (you better be strong)
drugs?
Lord knows I deserve to die on an acid high and I'm double cupped
Cold line, hundred blunts
Seen a few bitches I'd love to fuck
2Pac in 96
you could just fly?
Is it nine-one-one or nine-eleven?
2Pac can you tell me if there's thugs in Heaven?
And a one-eighty-seven is a thing of the past
many lies that they spit
Still got the fountain of youth
When I flow off the cliff
If Jay can spray when his fif
Then I just don't give two cents
I
'em all
I might chill a lil, take my time
But i can dig a grave and go bury you
Clear The Evidence And go disappear like the dark night, i'm the 2pac
The Evidence And Go Disappear Like The Dark Knight, I'm The 2pac
I'm The New Version Of The Hell boy
Thixo Somndla Ba Thethelele I'm A Prob' To Myself
as James Dean
Leather jack couple black chains I am 2Pac plus motherfucka don't compare me
So fuck PdotO fuck PdotO
You finna blow how the fuck should I know
shallow graves
Like shoop-shooby do-bop
Honorable Elijah, Reverend Doc
Then Stokeley, 2Pac
Type of dude to turn your girl's
Vagina to a tube sock
Stock,
the 80's
Rock rhymes for my dogs, sing songs for my ladies
Spend money like crazy, ain't got no babies
If I don't make it in Heaven I'll run shit in Hades
'm not racist, I never lied
But I know there's a disconnect between your culture and mine
Yeah, I praise 2Pac like he was a fuckin' god
He was fighting
of
The snow I’m finding out like two prongs
Listening to 2pac too long
But you don’t have that last at
You don’t have to rhyme like
That to be acting
Even
on bullshit
call that nigga bando, cause I know he got the full clip
It's a stick up, run the pockets, run me all the jewels bitch
Double cup of wocky, no 2pac
gon judge
If they knew me bet they would love me
I'm like a rose buddy In concrete like 2Pac
I just want your love and I want peace we a match made in
and poked on shit that is potent
Fresh out the pot, 2Pac couldn't picture my rollin'
Hook
Cam'ron:
I said it's the Diplomats, y'all kickin' is chicken
through traffic with 2Pac blastin'
With a bitch that's irritatin' from all these questions she askin'
Like what bitches I fucked, when, how and where
You
Uhh,
Hit them with a lil' ghetto gospel
Yeah! Ma Ghetto Gospel!
Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we livin
[verse one]
2-Pac
If I could recelect
of the world
Can appreciate to hear when they ain’t got a voice to hear
They view it through your music as some means to an end
2Pac and Leaf 40, Ice Cube
Cave in this mother fucker
Yo!
Uh
I wonder if there's heaven for us hip-hoppers
It seems we can't even trust the doctors, feds or the coppers
These
on me like i'm kodak
Money fat like a big mac
Money fat i got big bandz
Fuck it up and get it right back
Hit 'em up like im 2pac
Bitch i'm fly like
I get a long with
Let's talk associates I got a long list
Big and 2pac among the greatest I belong with
Don't get me wrong I gotta long way to go
why, I'm a hustler, 'til my ass die
Even when they do come up
I'll be ready when they run up, huh
I'll be a nut to put my gun up, huh
It's 2Pac and Tha
Nipsey and Bad Bunny
I think I'm the GOAT who gon' come and tell me otherwise
2Pac up in heaven at the very least I'm best alive
Weeding out the snakes so
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