Lyrics:
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
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,
God bless 2pac rest his soul
God bless hip-hop protect this flow
God rest them wack mc’z that stress my soul
& make it so I can’t hear my baby…
I've been thinkin'
Now I'm ridin' through traffic with 2Pac blastin'
With a bitch that's irritatin' from all these questions she askin'
Like what
steady on me, so they thuggin like they 2pac
Til that thuggin' shit have you like 2pac
I'm on overload, I overdose with over flows
Keep the champagne
'scuse me on my 2Pac
Keep your head up, when did you stop, loving thy
Color of your skin? Color of your eyes
That's the real blues, baby, like you met
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
mourn falling stars
They still living all hard (We still here)
Now of course this was
Inspired by 2Pac Shakur
Eazy-E, still here (still here)
My man
Shit, I'm a changed man
Ayy, turn the lights out
Big baller 2Pac up in this bitch
You know how we swing this shit, look
By age sixteen I sold
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
to my City thats Unlocked
These nigga outchea always cap Just alot
Working hard tryna to get that spot
Put my soul on these verses like 2pac
Want it all
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
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
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
beside me, and 2Pac me
Holla if you hear me, tears flowing sincerely
Check up on my block weekly, my health yearly
Something's wrong with me, niggas
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
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
FOREPLAY 2pac Skakur
CARESS a military mind nigga
A military mind mean money
A criminal grind nigga
A criminal grind mean hustle
You know
We
Ayo, this song is dedicated to all the happy people
All the happy people who have real nice lives
And have no idea what it's like to be broke
you never questioned when I said I
Would be a mogul before I visit 2Pac and Left-eye
Eazy and Aaliyah when I see you we gon' test drive
A Lambo in
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
in it, blueberry chocolate tah
*** chronic make me see ***, like 2Pac alive
Bandanna knotted in the front like 2Pac alive
Walkin' out the courthouse,
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
I better see five stars next to my picture
If not, 2Pac will cock the Glock and come knockin' to getcha
I told you once, motherfucker, I'm a nut
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