Lyrics:
‘em back
If I could only bring ‘em back
Bring ‘em back… and I would
It’s so much goin’ through in life
By and by… my, oh my
You don’t know what I’ve
and putting lean in their cup
They're also taught to do anything to get the guap
And live the thug life and pretend to be like 2Pac
Am I the only one who
(Gorilla warfare) Shootouts, real block shit
West coast assassin on some real 2Pac shit
My style's smokin' like, after a glock spit
Game get the blood
a 2pac hologram
Funny how all of my hottest flows be taking all your fans
I can't have no problem with my lady she a bad one
I like the way she look at me
on an LP
Take me to ER ASAP for an IV
Motherfuck JLB, they don't support no hip hop
They say that's where it ends, the closest they gon' come is 2Pac
Cough it up
And then toss it up
I get around
Like 2Pac and such
I Suge it up
Till my pockets stuffed
She on D
Tryin' to lock it up
Grip it tight I'ma bust
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
I've been on the top, I got a bubble in the coupe, bitch
Alexander Wang and some flame, got the juice
But bitch I'm not 2Pac and no the fuck, this shit
scared to eat alone cus Ik what I bring to the table
I was down bad and hurting a lot
I kept goin I can't Neva stop
I got a wise mind like 2pac
Wish my
Number one, and ya don't stop
Gotta be number one, here we come
Lick a gunshot check out me and Mon
One, not two, and ya don't stop
Me and 2Pac
to be so mistaken
By different shades of faces
Then Whit' told me, "A woman is woman, love the creation"
It all came from God, then you was my
school bag (School bag)
So no dey shako for me like 2pac (2pac)
You know say you no be 2pac
So I just dey on my Vibe, you know
Coming up alone true love is
Ninety-ninety-motherfuckin'-two
Straight from Jersey, the Philly blunt lives on
Yo, B, tell 'em how this shit goin' down
Time, time for some,
Ninety-ninety-motherfuckin'-two
Straight from Jersey, the Philly blunt lives on
Yo, B, tell 'em how this shit goin' down
Time, time for some,
Mister, that Mister, Bobby Bands
Mr. Long, Mr. Get-Her-Wrong, Mr. Sing-A-Song
Hit the bong, Mr. Cheech and Chong, Mr. In-My-Zone
Mr. 2Pac Herringbone,
(whoa)
I guess I'm just here for your amusement (yeah)
You've seen it all before, guys know how the story goes
It's like 2Pac never died, sit back,
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
but a buckshot, chck-pow!
Motherfuck your life, pussy blood clot
Ain't never been no rapper this cold since 2Pac was froze
And thawed out for spot
me, plus my nigga Zilla in this bitch
I don't give a fuck I'm back on my Ridgecrest shit
Yellin' "Thug Life", Niggas on that 2Pac shit
Minnesota
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
This ya boy Lyfe Jennings, or rather yo, ya ya ya boy 2Pac
Check it out
Some say the darker the berry, the sweeter the juice
I say the darker
the Feds
Eating good drinking Champagne
And breaking bread
This is for my dog's in Watts and shit
2Pac got your back, who can stop the hit?
And even with
Dogg Pound, LA zuu
Shit ain't even real no more
(Ain't nothing stop, don't stop
That's for damn sure)
Holla at my homie Pac and shit
(I heard 2Pac fucked
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