Lyrics:
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
plan on calling back
I can't fall in love with the punanie but I fall in that
I got all eyes on me I feel like a 2pac hologram
Funny how all of my
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
the place all eyes on me like 2pac
Tell me what you thought
Baby I'm too hot
Roll up in a new drop
Driving by the haters who wanna play in my sandbox
And all
Yukmouth be wrong?
How can Lynch be wrong?
How can 2Pac be wrong? Bitch!
[Repeat Chorus]
[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
I've been nice to you rapper cats for
Moshin' to nostalgic rock shit, I'm Brock
Bitch
Semi-automatic might blast like Team Rocket
Wait, and tell 'em I'm mixing that
Slayer with that 2Pac
ain't scared cause 2pac got kilt
I'm on tilt
Feelin' the motherfucking guilt
Thug Nigga
They don't wanna let me shine
They don't wanna see me glow
Everyday hating me
Got their eyes on me
I've been feeling like 2pac
Yeah
Why you beefing
I only run with real niggas like 2Pac
With 2 extended clips stuffed inside my 2 glocks
I got 10 toes planted in my new socks
With so much paper now
begging me
You know what you should've capped like 2pac with a glock
They're deadly, better not upset my thug mentality sucker
You know you done fucked
whats in yo pockets like a pick-pocket
Always in his mouth , cause im with his bitch gettin my dick swallowed
Tell me "How Do You Want It" like im 2Pac
a Rollie and a 2Pac herringbone
Midwest kids damn near all we used to hear was Bone
Two family flat, mommy and aunt used to share a home
Boy, I'll rip
city of Compton
Analogy is like Biggie and Bed Stuy
Oakland and 2Pac i'm more focused
I'm nothing like you new guys
Struggling over a few lines thinking
it, If you can make it
Then we can make it a better day
Madden Wiz, Yahway Music
Rest in Peace to 2Pac Shakur god Bless!
block em
They be slaving like sam done damn shot em
Got a stick yea my guy got alotta
2Pac damn near raised me
Thats why I'm crazy
Made a move like damn
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
makaveli ready like 2pac
They wish I would flop
I really can't be fucking with no cops
Do another drop and then I do my dance all on yo block
Better hold
like to
Give a shout out to all
The tre whizz kids out there
Aunt Micky in the house
And I'm chilling up in the
Studio with 2Pac and
Cocoa G and uh
with two Glocks cocked
I do pop shots to make your fucking crew hop scotch
And fuck you cops cause you cock block
Killuminati spit the shit that got 2Pac
similes
Serve like a waitress and you
Don't want seconds courtesy
Off K Dot, the son of 2Pac
Biggies nephew Big L said I was special
Now let's do, lunch
it
I'mma everyday struggle 'til I get to the top
I study Em, BIG, Tech N9ne, 2Pac
Come to my crib unannounced I got a big t-tato pie
Hopped up 9.
'em do you like they did my nigga 2Pac
(2Pac, 2Pac, 2Pac, 2Pa-)
him strapped up
With the AKs and Uzis
So excuse me, I'm trying to connect to you
A whole generation is raised by gangsters
Who probably never knew pops,
Dogg Pound, LA zuu
Shit ain't even real no more
(Ain't nothing stop, don't stop
That's for damn sure)
Holla at my homie Pac and shit
(I heard 2Pac fucked
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