Lyrics:
of there
Same place you put your hat
My niggas throwing hollows there
I'm loading up the oo-wop listening to 2Pac
I'm a dope boy so the money in the shoe
never would tic and never do toc (Chuh)
Like I'm rapping myself into learnin' brew hops
Rappin' like I ain't never did a record with 2Pac
Like I
Yo Hip-Hop, Is niggas still talkin
Bout I can't rap, come on now
Look for me, Young K
Took 2Pac beat and got paid
My favorite rapper is Makaveli,
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
Stopped by the spot, had to serve Pooh bear
He buy one, I front him one, so I left two there
In a two seater, pull up popping 2Pac
Didn't have a safe, so I
shit hook up
Though how that shit hook up?
Can I get some?
I love that ghetto shit (That ghetto shit)
I love that 2Pac shit (2Pac shit)
I'm that nigga
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
Latifah, the Queen of the flavor
And nothing weaker behind is watching, kick her
The Digital Under-the-Underground, rocks with Shock and 2PAC
With Money
to wish that I was 2Pac
Then I realized that might get you shot
Figured I just gonna be myself though
Niggas hate me, Documentary on they shelf though
In
talk? (Why talk?)
I was kickin' back, locked into KISS and that
Heard some kitty cat called
Me the British Pac
Well if it's that, I'ma bring Big L, 2Pac
recognize who shot ya
Watch how you speak on my name before they 2pac ya
I love my vultures that's on me I gon' shoot 'bout them
I'll go, uh, I'll catch
we had 2Pac
An old boom box, chilling in our tube socks
And plus Dre taught us how to roll a 64
And Snoop Dogg taught us how
To roll a sticky dro
So if
need my groove back (no)
Unless the nigga lookin' like 2Pac (oh)
Unless he got colors like Toucan
Sam (uh-huh), Sam I am (whew)
Different color
and Jacob in the motherland
I'm Moses posin' against the king freein' his people
I'm Babylon tryna reach God by buildin' a steeple
I'm the strongest man
Kick back nigga, relax and pack dabs
I'm a young lord hitter, that's word to A$AP
Like a 2Pac spitter, them cannot romp with us
Only go strapped in
your back trunk
And let loose with the juice when I do rock
I'm too hot, some say I got more juice than 2pac
(Straight outta Jersey) You heard me, my
your back trunk
And let loose with the juice when I do rock
I'm too hot, some say I got more juice than 2pac
(Straight outta Jersey) You heard me, my
leave a nigga close casket
Get his mouth open
Still sipping syrup not a pancake in me
Go roll it 2Pac i live with it
You ain't gotta feel me
But you still
good?
It happens in Compton, happens in Queens, happened to Big L
Happened to Chinx and 2Pac in that passenger's seat
Sometimes it's internal, happens
they too busy with 2Pac and Biggie though
You niggas don't feel me though
That was on Suge's watch, I'll take Suge's watch
You dissin' Drizzy, that's
2Pac rest in peace man
We got this man, 2004 shit man
This shit from the heart ya'll
Huh, I wish the best for my enemies
Brrrraaaaa-a ahhh
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
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
a bitch
I'll dare ya ass to try to run that 2PAC shit
I goes high-ho silver like the fuckin' Moan Ranger
Playin' here's out my dick inside a total
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