Lyrics:
Tupac Shakur"
"Meanwhile, in 2Pac news, at about six forty-five tonight
Shakur may have lowered his own chances of surviving the attack
By checking
Every rapper who grew up in
The Nineties owes something to
2Pac people either try to emulate
Him in some way, or they go in a different
Direction
Shooting at me, with the only shot you got (don't you never in your motherfuckin' life)
Ja, quit playin', knock it off, you're not 2Pac (I'll choke the shit
I don't got the key to get in
So when you see me on your block with two Glocks
Screamin', "Fuck the world," like 2Pac
I just don't give a fuck!
I don't got the key to get in
So when you see me on your block with two Glocks
Screamin', "Fuck the world," like 2Pac
I just don't give a fuck!
I don't got the key to get in
So when you see me on your block with two Glocks
Screamin', "Fuck the world," like 2Pac
I just don't give a fuck!
Nip, Spice-1 or 2Pac never gave a gun to me
So gangsta rap ain't done shit for that
I've even seen white folks from River Oaks go get the gat
So why
afford
I got them paranoid shaking in there sneakers
While they plotting on my riches
Trying to do me in with
Some dirty game bitches
2Pac to Kas, KPrince
salvation
'Less the conversation's peace
We can't pause, watch and say, "No this can't be"
When there's a plan by any means to have cleansing of one's
salvation
'Less the conversation's peace
We can't pause, watch and say, "No this can't be"
When there's a plan by any means to have cleansing of one's
Yes, sir this is Ludacris
In a recite to you an original poem
Written by my man 2Pac Shakur
Entitled in the depths of solitude
And it goes with
the fame
Why we gossip in the silly games
To all the motherfuckers speakin down on me -
This is the night, why is everybody caught up in Pac's life
'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
Mr. Did her wrong
Mr. Sing a song
Hit a bong, Mr. Cheech and Chong
Mr. In my zone
Mr. 2Pac Herringbone, on my collar bone
Heat is on, mister
Mr.
and leave you there
Anyway nigga I'm the one they
Want to hear from
Fuck that pussy shit that you
Be boppin' in they eardrum
Cause in the 90's boy, 2Pac is
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
Godde
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The cops in The background while 2Pac speaks:
Cop:
A Srg a we've got a 2Pac
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
checks fly
In my direction, you never questioned when I said I
Would be a mogul before I visit 2Pac and Left-Eye
Eazy and Aaliyah when I see you we gon'
stomp the nigga two minutes long
Know I'm repping West side, putting you in the song, damn
2Pac got smoked by Baby Lane
And both of them niggas dead
to chill)
Everybody talkin' 'bout Pac's life
(It's 2Pac, the king)
What do you know about Pac's life?
What do you know? What do you know? (yeah)
(Only
causes a deep dejection all the way through.
No relaxation, no conversation, no variation
In a very dark blue, blue condition.
Early rising every
granny house with vanilla wafers
This the remedy, the seperation
2Pac of my generation
Blue pill in the fuckin' Matrix
Red rose in the gray pavement
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
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