Lyrics:
look at me now
Same muthafuckas that thought I
Wasn't gone make it
Tell them niggas just look at me now
Tell them look at me now
Laughing in 2Pac voice
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
Yeah, fool spice 1, LP, 2Pac
Doin' it like that
Takin' it one day at a time
Stayin' Headstrong, you know
Life is way too hard let them know 'Pac:
Back from the dead eazy-E, 2016
With my mothafuckin' nigga DJ Chop
With the homie 2Pac back up, Back up
Motherfuckers are 2 Hot
Now, ever since
Moshin' to nostalgic rock shit, I'm Brock
Bitch
Semi-automatic might blast like Team Rocket
Wait, and tell 'em I'm mixing that
Slayer with that 2Pac
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
Ridin' round thru the city
Puffin on something sticky
Debating 2Pac or Biggie
Questioning who is with me
El kreepy got me real iffy
Then reality hit
and Dr. Dre is at the do???/ It???s the capital S, oh yes, the fresh N double O P/D O double G Y D O double G, ya see???
2Pac feat. Dr. Dre ???
but feel a way when they knows it's you
Feel even worse when they see it's nothing they can do
Pass me the bottle and the Minute Maid
On my 2Pac how
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
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
niggas gettin' rolled up
You think not gettin' dropped
We can handle this
'Cause 2Pac brain locked on a cannabis
Days are dangerous, shoot 'em
But you
Acquired his knowledge from the streets
Makaveli, 2Pac Shakur
Was the rose that grew from concrete
America's most complete artist, regardless
One
Yukmouth be wrong?
How can Lynch be wrong?
How can 2Pac be wrong? Bitch!
[Repeat Chorus]
[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
I've been nice to you rapper cats for
2Pac on stage
But, fuck a dream if it's not gon' pay
You feel me?
White socks, hat with my Glock on waist
Couldn't tell me I was not O'Shea
Posted
And please get on a diet
Shoebox came with the doowop
One billion and two cops can't find 2Pac
Two shots, that's two grazed in two days
What goes up must come
the credit went to Elvis
Know you never knew that, know you think I'm too black
I just think I'm too real, I grew up on 2Pac
You grew up thinkin' that
city sweltering hot
Staggering, drunker than those cops that 2Pac shot
I was a crook by the train with that iron thing, concealed
Reaching, soon as I
you mothafuckers want Shady)
The lost begotten seed of 2Pac (if Pac was still here now)
To lead this industry into the ways of the man (he would never
(wide)
All eyes on me, but I'm no 2Pac
Open wide, speed it up (speed it up, speed it up)
On the moon, mama's only son (mama, mama)
Good drank what my
they see me as 2Pac the don
And this bitch with 2 Glocks, I'm wrong
The homie still gon' roll and standin' with your biggest G
You still gon' fold, I
empty space in my passenger seat
Gotta clear my thoughts so late at night I hit the beach
Bumping Scarface & 2Pac Smile on repeat
Yea
Lord I'm just
You ain't gotta ask if she digg me, of course she did I'm witty
I'm a product of my city, that 2Pac and that Biggie
My jewels pop with that pretty
pack
Big boy now with the six pack
Tying big things like durag
Punchlines smooth like 2pac
Raging gas like 2pac
Why call my name when you Know i’m
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