Lyrics:
2Pac
Fuck that, I stick you up like Blu Tack
If it's the hardest you're talking
I be one of the hardest barrers reporting
If it's the hardest you're
like Big Meech when he
Fucked up the whole A
I'm in love with too much money
To find me a soul mate
I feel like I'm 2Pac cause my
Set be on the way
I
waitin' on the outcome
Free 2Pac is all that's on a nigga's mind
But at the same time it seems, they tryin' to take mine
So I'mma get smart and get
waitin' on the outcome
Free 2Pac is all that's on a nigga's mind
But at the same time it seems, they tryin' to take mine
So I'mma get smart and get
2Pac and pop goes the weasel
Me and Threat made a bet on how many fellas
Would jack a mothafuckin' real nigga 'cause they jealous
They do it for
"Why"?
Is it that nobody calls?
I want to be like Big Pun
So you can call me Big Papa
Walking with 2Pac
Motherfuckers why que pasa
I feel like
punch niggaz with glasses
Back in my third grade classes, squeezin' asses
My niggaz is never over, understand
I'm a 2Pac fan, this is the realest shit I
like 2Pac and Shock G
Fuckin' hotties, block the block like Monopoly
I rock with an eighty-watt spitter, block lit up
Snatch profit up, get your Benz
smokes chronic everyday, so what have we?
Another motherfucker, getting served like some cavi'
Now who drops (ruff rhymes)? I gots the Juice like 2Pac
smokes chronic everyday, so what have we?
Another motherfucker, getting served like some cavi'
Now who drops (ruff rhymes)? I gots the Juice like 2Pac
drugs?
Lord knows I deserve to die on an acid high and I'm double cupped
Cold line, hundred blunts
Seen a few bitches I'd love to fuck
2Pac in 96
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
(whoa)
I guess I'm just here for your amusement (yeah)
You've seen it all before, guys know how the story goes
It's like 2Pac never died, sit back,
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
tree
It's in my veins to fight back
And I'ma test it 'till my niggas is the
Same way you know what I'm sayin'
When it come down to that
That's what
was a Laker
Break 'em down and shake 'em
Pass it off to 2Pac
And let him take a jump shot
Because he gon' give it all he got
Back in the old days,
but a buckshot, chck-pow!
Motherfuck your life, pussy blood clot
Ain't never been no rapper this cold since 2Pac was froze
And thawed out for spot
of bands
That gon come with him
Bitch I live like 2pac on above the rim
It's a planet full of them
But it's only one of him
All my girlfriends say
Can you
to a new house on a new hill
And choose a new spot, if niggas wanted you shot
I ain't a thug, how much 2Pac in you you got?
I ain't no bitch, neither
of
The snow I’m finding out like two prongs
Listening to 2pac too long
But you don’t have that last at
You don’t have to rhyme like
That to be acting
Even
'scuse me on my 2Pac
Keep your head up, when did you stop, loving thy
Color of your skin? Color of your eyes
That's the real blues, baby, like you met
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
outta me
(Yeah Yeah OH)
I come from the bottam, to boast up my salary, Made they nose Powdery
For the n****'s that doubted me, BUT 2PAC "GOT ALL EYESZ
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