Lyrics:
ain't it ?
Love me, Or Hate me, but I ain't stoppin till I'm on top
I'm screamin' "Fuck the world" like 2pac
Say my name and you might get shot
Its
My rhymes too hot (whip it)
My dreams too big (hot) feel like I'm 2Pac
Sometimes I think my shit is too good
My girl's too bad (ayup)
This beat is too
Godde
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The cops in The background while 2Pac speaks:
Cop:
A Srg a we've got a 2Pac
changes, woulda thought that I was 2Pac
Went from givin' faith to givin' thanks to God
All that pain that I was feelin, back when I was dealin'
Thought that
clear road mo gbo pe tractor o si
Oluwa ni 2pac mi so ma shakor si
Asiko laye yi but leave your life o ko de gbowo
Ko gbowo
Jaye ori e o no be everyday
so you put me on Big and 2Pac
'Fore we came a long way, L.A. With B and Jay
Or flyin' to Coachella playing Spades on PJ's
Gimme three days, my
bumpin’ fuck cops
20 years ago bumpin’ Snoop Dogg
10 years ago bumpin’ 2Pac
Nowadays bumpin’ fuck cops, Snoop Dogg, 2Pac
Dawg when did you stop? (HOO)
Go!
to dumpin' on they ass, like the last outlaws
Rich, 2Pac and the Click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips
With enough shit to raise your block in one dip
We
to dumpin' on they ass, like the last outlaws
Rich, 2Pac and the Click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips
With enough shit to raise your block in one dip
We
still dissin', wonderin' why I ain't sayin' it
I can smell the setup, that's that 2Pac in Vegas hit
I revealed myself and some don't know what to make
of smoke while you gasping, uh
Pocket full of stones, talking moonrock
'Cause that molly make these broads think they 2Pac
The molly make these niggas
know when your moms ain't safe to walk through the streets
My nigga plays 4 keeps
And thats on the beach
2pac rest in peace
Snoop: and thats a cold fact
Only got fucked by a drug dealer
Never felt the real passion of a thug nigga
Though I like the way you
Scream when you lovin' me
I'm goin' deep, it's
hoo, hoo
Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo
You can't tell 2Pac how to be 2Pac
Suge got 2Pac out of jail
Now a new Pac gotta go get shoot out of jail
gangsta)
Play or stay (gangsta)
Yeah, yeah (gangsta, gangsta)
Death Row
Yeah, yeah, my nigga 2Pac rest in peace
Dogg Pound
Dippin' real hard y'know
Fuck around with 2Pac and see how good a nigga's aim is
I'm just a rich motherfucker from the way
If this rappin' bring me money, then I'm rappin' till
that act, I mix with lemonade
Ain't talkin' juice, but these niggas yea backdoor, you like 2Pac gang
Niggas lame, NLB-5, that's my fuckin' game
Uh, uh,
the same day
But fuck it, if you know the rules to the game, play
'Cause when we die we know we all goin' the same way
'Cause it's cool to be player, but
(take money)
Verse One: 2Pac
First off, touch your chick and the clique you claim
Westside when we ride, come equipped with game
You claim to be
Chrous: The Game
Nigga be easy
Growing up in California believe me
We drive-by, spraying colors for shizzy
Light it up for 2pac and Eazy
Show them
to smile in the future
Yeah nigga! Ha ha
Let's go nigga, this is what it is
2Pac cut his head bald
Then you wanna cut yo' head bald (You pussy nigga!)
in it, blueberry chocolate tah
*** chronic make me see ***, like 2Pac alive
Bandanna knotted in the front like 2Pac alive
Walkin' out the courthouse,
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
hit em up 2Pac
Out the park the rooftop
Cuz she too hot
She want me to beat it down said where she said the rooftop
But I told her peace like AB
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