Lyrics:
the finger on MTV
2Pac Shakur, he was born to be a renegade
A product of the streets
Now look at what our streets done made
And took away all in the course
Why is ratting at an all time high?
Why are you even alive?
Why they kill 2pac n' Chris?
Why, at the bar, you ain't take straight shots instead
Why is ratting at an all time high?
Why are you even alive?
Why they kill 2pac n' Chris?
Why, at the bar, you ain't take straight shots instead
far from the binoculars
So, that smart money finna get that heat out the car
Yo, I'm K-Dot Lamar meets 2Pac Shakur
I got profiled by a few cops, too
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
knot thick, I'm it
Motherfucker, I'm ill
Yeah
See, they say I'm rappin' like B.I.G., Jay, and 2Pac
André 3000, where is Erykah Badu at? Who that?
to change
And I pray, I pray that someday we will
But you should know you're not alone
But still we gon' fight
Yeah, yeah
I remember 2Pac said it
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
and Venus y'all are awesome dawg
Who the fuck's in charge of y'all
You could be the poster child
For underdogs and culture shock
Catch me in them overalls
of groundbreaking mettle breaking metal like Toph
Channeling my inner 2Pac
Rappers afraid of my bars
Take a loss but I think they knew they were fucked from the start
knot thick, I'm it
Motherfucker, I'm ill
Yeah
See, they say I'm rappin' like B.I.G., Jay, and 2Pac
André 3000, where is Erykah Badu at? Who that?
(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,
I’m coming back with a vengeance
Ballads by 2pac in the back of my entrance
Feeling like Muhammed when the Cassius was shed with
I be making toast
the wop
Since Floyd and Damian kept rocks in they socks, nigga
Taught 2Pac how to keep it gangster
I showed Biggie Smalls how to release his anger
Who
getting richer
Worried about your money
You ain't worried bout your people
The fans all adore you
Y'all "the voice of the youth"
2Pac paved the road
None
You wake up you wanna do what chu love
I'm bout my work I can never get enough
Place of business 2pac defined a thug
Passion in my art cuz it keep me
you can't see me
Dr. Dre all day, 2Pac
Niggas can't see me
I dedicate this to you punk motherfuckers!
This one's for you, BIG baby
'Cause you bitch-ass
pack
Big boy now with the six pack
Tying big things like durag
Punchlines smooth like 2pac
Raging gas like 2pac
Why call my name when you Know i’m
diss you, my niggas be cockin' pistols
Shot and split you, fuck splittin' the profits with you (what?)
Six percent of y'all niggas is just pretend
laughs last, laughs harder
And the truth hurts so much to hear, the whole industry out of order
Why bother when these other niggaz feeding you fodder
They
Plan B
It might result to use plan c
Make it out I want a Big B
2Pac made it why did he leave?
Role model I want them to look up to me
No one to race I
it off slow (Give it up)
Used to rob niggas, I'd run up on 'em with two Glocks
Like run that, before you meet my favorite rapper, 2Pac
50 shots
to the soundtrack of 2pac
I'll beat you to a pulp no fiction
Tarantino flow new Jules and Vincent
Blow marijuana smoke, no incense
Exhale in the face of innocent
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
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