Lyrics:
like to
Give a shout out to all
The tre whizz kids out there
Aunt Micky in the house
And I'm chilling up in the
Studio with 2Pac and
Cocoa G and uh
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
worry me
Fuck the fame, I'm true to the game 'til they bury me
God gave me game, so I'm hustlin'
Pour out some liqour for my niggas, 2Pac is still
of slayer inscriptions
That mean God be with you
We split dude then hit you
With pistols whip you
Then giggle never dissing nizzle again
I talk about
the remission for all of our sins
When I was a young one the preacher put oil on my sixth chakra (sixth chakra)
He knew when I was older I'd wanna follow 2Pac
your mic full of check tack it
Rep with niggas wanna flex it
They call me Big Mac
You put the fuckin bitch and I'm outie
Five dodge and you will never
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
Mr. Did her wrong
Mr. Sing a song
Hit a bong, Mr. Cheech and Chong
Mr. In my zone
Mr. 2Pac Herringbone, on my collar bone
Heat is on, mister
Mr.
are not the same
You already know, bro
That is why they’re fighting hard to relegate us
Look, man, way back, they shot 2pac
Naff ah them ah false
to change
And I pray, I pray that someday we will
But you should know you're not alone
But still we gon' fight
Yeah, yeah
I remember 2Pac said it
Empire
They kicked you off the show, now what career you got?
Had the nerve to be on stage sayin' you the gay 2Pac
Paid niggas to beat you up to get
in graffiti, like 2Pac or Biggie, I feel like a milli
My niggas, they gave me a shot (a shot)
It got me a spot (a spot), and now I'm the hot boy
it
I'mma everyday struggle 'til I get to the top
I study Em, BIG, Tech N9ne, 2Pac
Come to my crib unannounced I got a big t-tato pie
Hopped up 9.
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
talkin' 'bout we gotta move
Eviction notices, I got 'em too
Movin' dolo, this was not a group
Knockin' 2Pac and a lot of Snoop
Got the hang of this shit
how you act when you pull back all them curtains?
Do he think I'm 2Pac 'cause I'm black and put them works in?
Does he know his daughter might have
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
stick-ups
I better see five stars next to my picture
If not, 2Pac will cop the Glock and
Come knockin' to getcha
I told you once, motherfucker, I'm a nut
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In today's music news: the ever-controversial 2Pac Shakur
Has just released another album under the alias "Makaveli"
Music insiders are running
rubbed it with lidocaine (word)
For all the prisoners at wars that'll probably never see the light again (I miss you, Melly)
I buy more chains for all
2pac in me
I tally up these bodies like a mosoleum lobby
Buncha yous, one I, logo of illiminati
Do a show and move ya body
Reved up like a new Ducati
and it was all cut
Aint ashamed to say im out the streets finna have 2 jobs
But with this rap shiit only nigga realer than me 2pac
Everytime i touch
or the
Legs of a hoochie
And that's off top like a toupee, I'm 2Pac
Coming back for doomsday, spitting at cops
Go and cop my album
Get high to it, pop some
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