Lyrics:
growing like little lion zombie, seeing my self over notorious Bad than 2PAC
Arrangeing my pack to the world.
Bringing devastation upon you fake Niggas
Master P, Lil' Rick, 2Pac
All my niggas Down South hustlin'
And all the motherfuckin' real niggas on the West Coast
The best coast, toast to the best
Yeah, it's bad boys for life prra, prra
Jeta shum shum high jam shum chill
S'munesh me me mrri se jom real
Jeni shum t'holl sikur fill
Real me
with us
You a op and you an enemy now
Boss nigga calling shots like
I'm Penny Liddell
I hit them bitches that you
Never see at 70 down
Look, 2Pac back,
that act, I mix with lemonade
Ain't talkin' juice, but these niggas yea backdoor, you like 2Pac gang
Niggas lame, NLB-5, that's my fuckin' game
Uh, uh,
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
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
Bob Marley and Wailers
Abashante neMalaika
Big Pun, the Notorious
2PAC and The Outlaws
I was born in the south western township
I was raised in the PK,
slugs
2Pac hit em up, we don’t give no fucks
We don’t give no fucks
Two glocks and a bentley truck
Got lean in a sippy cup
Got a k by my seat tucked
Only
block's got em
I'm screaming like them two cops when 2Pac shot em
Holding 2 Glocks, hope your doors got new locks on em
My daughter's feet ain't got no
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,
Off-White, thank the Lord no more off nights
I tote big pipes, sorry mom I like gun fights
RIP 2Pac but like him we caught lil' one at the light
I can't
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
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
nas dropping dope bars
Beat up my cheat king Kong on the mic
Time is going tick tick
Redemption of the souls
2Pac Easy e and biggie
Rap has been oxygen
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
heard that shit 2pac wannabe ass nigga (mocking P) "I ain't no rapper
I write short films"
o.k. grab your popcorn ain't no more sunshine.
Come on, O.K.,
to dumpin' on they ass, like the last outlaws
Rich, 2Pac and the Click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips
With enough shit to raise your block in one dip
We
to dumpin' on they ass, like the last outlaws
Rich, 2Pac and the Click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips
With enough shit to raise your block in one dip
We
music from his heart
That's how he made it
Nas and 2pac real poets no basics
Imagine if they had a song together Crazy
On the hook Mary J Blige
Track
This stupid nigga got rhymes like
You told Passwurdz that 2Pac was only
Known for being well paid
But the only thing that he
Was really known for
Was for
popping slugs, stomping haters like drugs
I wonder, is there a heaven for a plug?
Drinking spirits, possessed by a thug
Short fuse cause 2pac is my muse
you ready for my hottie
2pac 2pac, hip hop
Sticks down wit' that underground funk.
With a pocket full of skunk.
Come hear now babe.
You been
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