Lyrics:
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
that people know Truth is the Truth)
That's why 2pac dead and still got the juice
(That's why he dead and still got the juice)
Two times for my side
like nah, 2Pac not fat
I had Philly on lock before 2Pac got clapped
You know me, an OG in the game on point
Like Derrick Rose before he hurt
His knee in
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
on)
And I pray you feel the same way as that 2Pac song
We ain't your hoes or your bitches, trophies, or meant for pimpin'
Recognize a gift from God
Imma leave the town
They don't fuck with mine
Gang I got
That's all I need
Pour out a little liquor for the RIPs
Feel like 2Pac
All Eyez On Me
All Eyez
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
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
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
Play
me to give a nigger-y twenty-one gun salute
That's seven shots for 2pac
Seven for Biggie Smalls
Seven for Freaky Tah up in your neighborhood malls
me daddy
Slide in that pussy like DM's
Pussy so good, get goosbumps
I love when she lick around the rims
Give her death row dick, no 2pac
She
the dark
No matter what, it still can't ease my broken heart
First 2Pac died, then Biggie died and it greatly impacted me
Then history repeated itself,
a bank packin a shank
Oeelin back busters to maintain my street rank
Down with the Cartel and 2Pac the pigs
want a nigga with a scope
ain't it ?
Love me, Or Hate me, but I ain't stoppin till I'm on top
I'm screamin' "Fuck the world" like 2pac
Say my name and you might get shot
Its
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
your caps peeled
You know see
Grab ya Glocks, when you see 2Pac
Call the cops, when you see 2Pac, uhh
Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish
Now ya
easier
All you gotta do is believe
This for all my 2Pac Fans
All my 2Pac fans
When he tell you you ain't nothin', don't believe him
And if he can't
Man'll pull out the ting and Bucky O'Hare
Man are old school, 2Pac had hair
Man are old school, 2Pac was here
Man are old school just like Ghostbusters
know when your moms ain't safe to walk through the streets
My nigga plays 4 keeps
And thats on the beach
2pac rest in peace
Snoop: and thats a cold fact
Smoke some'n
They tryna find 2Pac
Don't let 'em find 2Pac
He evade the press
He escape the stress
La da da da da
La da da da da
La da da da da
They say Henny make the world go 'round
2Pac wouldn't been shit without his mama
Obama wouldn't be shit without his mama, and his baby mama
See
the stash box popped 2 glocks
Peace "All Eyez On Me," 2Pac
Everybody know he a boss he still gotta floss
He on the same bullshit that sent Gotti up north
study me, they bet not fail or it's a drop
These hoes burnt out, 2Pac
Pop out in bandanas, lit like I'm 2Pac
Who hot? That bitch? Think not
I'm wit your
2Pac
Where Do We Go From Here (Interlude)
2Pac
Hit ’Em Up
2Pac
[Hook]
I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto
I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto
I wonder if Heaven
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