Lyrics:
later, Big Spank got killed
And I got robbed, and Ronnie got shot
And I bought my first tape by 2Pac
And I got hard, cause I was smart
I knew that
pacman
Blue rag on me like im 2pac
New louie belt with the fresh socks
Gold chain on like death row
And if a nigga tryna take it get stomped out
Steppin
and poked on shit that is potent
Fresh out the pot, 2Pac couldn't picture my rollin'
Hook
Cam'ron:
I said it's the Diplomats, y'all kickin' is chicken
Uh! DaveeDope! Uh! DaveeDope! DaveeDope! Uh! DaveeDope! DaveeDope! To the world! Let's go! Uh! Uh!!
[Hook]
Real niggas don't die, 2Pac shakur is still
uh, don't go downtown, like 2Pac keep ya head up
I'm tryna get the hot to go down on ya
I want to just sucks up ya toes and I'm fallin' like whoa
bitch I'm zooming
Yeah, you look at me like I'm inhuman
All eyes on me like I'm 2pac
These niggas wanna fuck with me bring it on
I'm just doing me I ain't
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
ho's something to see
2Pac All Eyez On Me, 2Chainz yeah, Feds Watching me
Too live crew, Gucci two times hit one too many bitch and I might be
Haters
and Sade
2Pac in his hey
Pray to Jesus everyday
Here and there I meditate
Keep my chakras in they place
Peace and love remains my phrase
But the thug comes
when I ride on cock, plus an attitude like 2Pac got
Achoo I spew every time I come through
With a cannon drum but the na, na, na, taste like rum punch
the same, you gotta dream they gon kill it now
Man, excuse my 2pac, if I gotta use that, I'ma use my 2pac
It's a mind state to make you a aware nigga, think
the wop
Since Floyd and Damian kept rocks in they socks, nigga
Taught 2Pac how to keep it gangster
I showed Biggie Smalls how to release his anger
Who
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
could chase a mill
Or just lay low dam
When you do it big
They gon 2pac hate
When you tell the truth
They gon 2pac hate
Money ain't the issue
You is you
All eyez on me when im rolling
Like 2pac in this bitch
Dont talk to me till the bottle open
ThaMythra has awoken
Bad joint got her open
Night coming
a muthafuckin case like 2Pac
A real nigga gotta have balls and brains
To maintain in the game
Livin in the city with the killers and thugs
And might be dealin
This be a message to the ghetto when will this shit stop
We lost 2 ill niggaz BIG and 2Pac
This goes to all of us so peep the session from your nigga
this be a message to the ghetto when will this shit stop
we lost 2 ill niggaz B.I.G and 2pac
this goes to all of us so peep the session from your
2Pac
From this block to your block
You can tell the kids nod
One Nation, fuck around and
Get shot, you know, one Nation
Eastside, Westside, ha ha ha ha,
Homies waiting me in headphones sounds 2pac
Life's hard I don't count on my luck
Every time I do I fuck it up and stuck
And I'm going back back to my block
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
will they mourn me?) we handle this shit for you, boy
Yeah, nigga
2Pac in this motherfucker
All my homies drinkin' liquor
Tears in everybody's eyes
OF NIGGAS PLAY THE GAME, NOT TOO MANY WIN
FROM BEGINNING TO ENDING, MY ALBUMS BE HITTIN'
TWO GLOCKS, THEY BE TWINNING
2PAC MY AMBITION, AS A MOTHAFUCKIN'
feeling like 2Pac
I'm feeling like 2pac
All eyes on me when i step in the room
I'm making that money
I'm making that money
I'm making that money
I'm
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