Lyrics:
on)
Here come them outta town niggas, what up Blood?
(What up cuz? They don't even know what 2Pac first album was)
Should I tell 'em Blood? (Nah, fuck
banged on
Here come them outta town niggaz, what up Blood?
(What up 'cause? They don't even know what 2Pac first album was)
Should I tell 'em Blood?
to pull me down
Don't forget the commas bro don't forget my come up though
I be doing centerfold all eyes on me 2pac
All ice on me is cold
I'm screeching
'em do you like they did my nigga 2Pac
(2Pac, 2Pac, 2Pac, 2Pa-)
was Diddy
When it came to the music then she got real picky
From New York, but preferred 2Pac over Biggie
No disrespect to Ms. Wallace, but she liked
shots got the game hot
They even flipped on 2PAC
Snoop Doggy Dogg put the West Coast in gear
Dr Dre, NWA, Eazy E's in here
I want to tell
the chosen few
Want to control the population
Poisoning the food
We got money for wars, can't feed the poor
2pac was on to something
Maybe more but we'll never
her groove back
The kind of flow that put the rhythm in 2Pac
8 years later
They're saying Ghetto Gospel was
Ahead of it's time i'm like, duh
Tell 'em I
the pen like my cousin Bud
Lunatic Insane, and my partner T-Love
Big Tom, Ray Ray, Killa Cuddy, Mac Dre
Cleek, Jamal, Jinx and Bluebonic, man
[ 2Pac ]
Now
to wish that I was 2Pac
Then I realized that might get you shot
Figured I just gonna be myself though
Niggas hate me, Documentary on they shelf though
In
angus beef
You don't wanna order this
2 Glocks like 2Pac
I’m on my thug immortal shit
GPS goons show up to your coordinates
Chrome with the pearly, take
of there
Same place you put your hat
My niggas throwing hollows there
I'm loading up the oo-wop listening to 2Pac
I'm a dope boy so the money in the shoe
a bond and shackles and that nigga fainted
2Pac trigger man, somewhere on his knees praying
Now it's time fo' certain things to come to life
David
to stop
'Cause I don't reply to no drillers that ain't killin' their opps
Blaze niggas up, know we do that for sure
Shoot up the car like he's 2Pac
How can Lynch be wrong?
How can 2Pac be wrong? Bitch!
Come gangsta
Throw your rags in the air
And know that nobody there
Will compare to your
the blood klot?
What the blood klot?
I'ma rude boy, with me dreadlock
I'ma bad boy, I'ma 2Pac
Choppa choppin' half off like a coupon
I'ma lil' nigga,
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
passion
It'll blow your mind hey throw up your legs
Wrap your shit around my back
It's a west side bang fucking
Hoes around the map
? get down with 2Pac
Turk and Wayne back at it, nigga, we ain't gon' stop
Thuggin' nigga, it's thug life, 2Pac
My youngin' with me, they stay strapped with two Glocks
I'm
pray in the morning I see snow cause
I sure as hell ain't tryna go to school
What's really left to prove ma?
You know I'm tryna do my 2Pac
No I ain't
rest since 03
And I'm still going
Here's one for the road then
A goodbye kiss from an old man
The hood got rich from my offerings
I've seen 2Pac kids get
rest since 03
And I'm still going
Here's one for the road then
A goodbye kiss from an old man
The hood got rich from my offerings
I've seen 2Pac kids get
block you prolly bred a Fat Pat or 2Pac
Or Big Pun, or B.I., ya homeboys from knee, high
And even when it was storming outside, that nigga'd be by
That's
knock
Drop top, she was rockin the 2Pac
Said, "Yo D, not me, whatchu got?"
D said, "She's a vivrant thang..
vivrant thang, vivrant thang"
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