Lyrics:
Hah, light ya lighta Damn, I done did some messed up stuff
Rest in peace Tupac I wonder this my last weed I'ma smoke
This for all my dead homies My
young dumb crusin' snoozin'
Niggaz put my nigga 2pac in the mix
Had him fuckin with some real og shit
That nigga didnt know what he was gettin into
Had
Rollin on blunts, niggaz call it swisher sweets
I got birds 16-5, a muthafuckin key
Fool, when ya hit me, it's 18-5
I gotta tax em 2 g's just for takin
the stash box popped 2 glocks
Peace "All Eyez On Me," 2Pac
Everybody know he a boss he still gotta floss
He on the same bullshit that sent Gotti up north
This is for all you haters who don't pump my shit
If you say this ain't gangsta, you can suck my dick!
I might look like a clown
But you niggaz sound
[2Pac]
Live back at 'cha Westside baaaaby
Aight fuck it, we gone flip some new shit now
You heard "All Eyez on Me," niggaz know what time it is
[2Pac]
Oh shit, caught that nigga alone
Ain't that a bitch
Hey, uh, this one here is, uhh
For them niggaz that be Johnny Dangerous when they be
Rollin on blunts, niggaz call it swisher sweets
I got birds 16-5, a muthafuckin key
Fool, when ya hit me, it's 18-5
I gotta tax em 2 g's just for takin
my niggaz say, ride on, ride on
Yeah, and all the homies say, ride on
Yeah, and all the bitches say, ride on
Yeah, and all the robbers say, ride on,
(Holla holla)
All my niggaz that's ready to get
(Dollaz dollaz)
Bitches know who can get 'em a little
(Hotta hotta)
Come on if you rollin' wit me
Swang affiliate, X.O. sip, a gold getter
With the rest to gather, my cold killer
It's "Me Against the World" like 2Pac
And like Biggie, I'm "Ready
and she pay for the trees
-Understand what I'm sayin', nigga you feel me?
-Ya'll Captain Kirk ass niggaz ain't gonna survive
In this 97 space age hustle
(so
To all ya'll niggas, conversatin' on my life
Mind your motherfuckin' business!
Pac's life (yeah, uh huh)
Everybody talk about Pac's life (and you
goin, gone, sold
What's cooler than bein cool? (ICE COLD) why'all know
That I do this for all my niggaz and my bitches
And it's murder 'til day that I
Crime, life, bitches, money, time
For my Braveheart's, my Braveheart's
Uh, uh, uh, what, what, what?
One time, two times
From 'Breaking Atoms'
wanna see all ya'll niggaz D.I.E
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real bitches do real things
Hanging with the niggas is the song I sing
Real
wit all this gave me they hate to cherish
But still I made it
A made nigga made by the game
Made for war
My aim is simple and plain
Yah wether
(Holla holla)
All my niggaz that's ready to get
(Dollaz dollaz)
Bitches know who can get 'em a little
(Hotta hotta)
Come on if you rollin' wit
dead em dead em
All my thug niggaz and thug bitches
this all it takes for paper if you feelin me
Holla Holla
[Chorus: x2]
All my niggaz that's
wanna see all ya'll niggaz D.I.E
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real bitches do real things
Hanging with the niggas is the song I sing
Real
The IRS is tryin' to stress off a niggaz shit
A young nigga never had a prayer to prevail
And all my peers doin' years locked up in jail
What can I do,
I've seen money
But baby, I got to gets mo'
You scream and go
2Pac
And I ain't stoppin'
'Til I'm well paid
Bails paid
Now nigga, look what hell
The IRS is tryin' to stress off a niggaz shit
A young nigga never had a prayer to prevail
And all my peers doin' years locked up in jail
What can I do,
ahh-ahh
Ahh..
What niggaz? We on now, bring in the song now
Brand new for niggaz like a baby was born now
A lot of corny niggaz why'all been yappin
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