Lyrics:
Hit 'em with my 2Pac See my patna, got the midi, got two spots
Baby, take 'em jeans off, leave 'em heels on
Yeah, I'm fuckin' you tonight, that my
a beach, so you rot in the wave
Man, I'm so glad that Guwop out
And rap fans still give a fuck what 2Pac 'bout
I'm right here, I don't give a fuck who hop
Me and 2Pac were soldiers
Of the same struggle
You lames could huddle, your team's shook
Y'all feel the wrath of a killer
'cause this is my football
Game- Im feeling like a muthafuckin boss bangin 2pac
high as a muthafuckin queens bitch rooftop
blowing on this purple haze feeling invincible
sellin
trust you
Ok, niggas ain't loyal, niggas ain't loyal
Bad like milk niggas will spoil
Picture me rollin like 2Pac
Off two pills I popped, nigga Fuck You!
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
Brothers, Miles Davis
Mr. James Brown, 2Pac
Bob Marley, Biggie Smalls
Billie Holiday, Cathy Hughes
Charlie Parker, Betty Shabazz
Denzel Washington,
through traffic with 2Pac blastin'
With a bitch that's irritatin' from all these questions she askin'
Like what bitches I fucked, when, how and where
You
"And all my niggas in the pen
Here we go again
Ain't nothin' separatin' us from
A MAC-10" - 2Pac
I got eleven MAC-11's, thirty-eight 38's
Nine 9's,
Naughty By Nature 2Pac and BIG shit
I am the piece of the puzzle that's probably missing
And I guess im here for that jive
So all the swagger jackers need
city sweltering hot
Staggerin' drunker than those cops that 2pac shot
I was a crook by the train with that iron thing, concealed
Reachin', soon as I
Naughty By Nature 2Pac and BIG shit I am
The piece of the puzzle
Thats probably missing
And I guess im here for that job
So all the swagger jackers need
feeling like a muthafuckin'
Boss bangin' 2Pac
High as a muthafuckin' Queensbridge rooftop
Blowing on this purple haze
Feelin' invincible
Sellin' dope, never
turtle shit
Bolt like Usain, who game to get got
I mastered the Shaolin styles of BIG and 2Pac
Sweet and sour chicken while my
Partner workin' two woks
happened to 2Pac and Biggie
You light up your ciggy
Grab a cold beer out the refridgerator, bop your mickey
You was scared in the hired hotel
Dressed
your elevator go up? (Nope) You ain't rap too tight
Right, you can tell me, G-H to O-S-T
Two hundred Bees'll get you killed by coke head Skeet
This is
me, plus my nigga Zilla in this bitch
I don't give a fuck I'm back on my Ridgecrest shit
Yellin' "Thug Life", Niggas on that 2Pac shit
Minnesota
a warzone
Bouncers actin' like cops in the club
Mother fuck around and get dropped in the club
They don't play enough 2Pac in the club
The industry done made
to get to where I'm at now
Got me feeling space ship high, can't get knocked down
Got me touching fifty states like Greyhound
Thug like four, my 2Pac
to mother-in-law
Got the universe movin' in the form of the sea-saw
You killed 2Pac and Biggie, you know they was rollin' wit me
You paid for your stupidity
You
a tight noose
Cause most of ya'll rappers all
2Pac and the Outlawz
75 percent of ya'll publishin'
Doubt ya'll thuggish men
Face this capital punishment
the money, now that's all that I want
She ate me for lunch, feel like 2Pac I'mma thug
Know some Crips and Bloods, Xannies, brought them drugs
Got a lot
me the truth
I dapped up Steve jobs special edition iPod 2
I with 2pac 2
Ride around Mercedes coupe
Kick like Bruce Lee
Baby what the routine been
the ground my niggas is going down
40 on the pound im steppin in london town
Tim westwood we smoking the best good
Tell a motherfuckas i ain't 2pac
But you'll
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