Lyrics:
Song: Like Pac
Artist: Get Money Committee
I feel just like 2Pac today
I feel just like 2Pac today
Gotta keep it G no other way
Dear Mama all eyes
Who hot you not got 2pac in my bop
Don’t need no Glock got 2pac in my bop
2Pac, 2pac, 2pac, 2pac
2Pac, 2pac, 2pac, 2pac
How many times
Ima have
Mama-say-mama-sa-ma-macosa
Ja, quit playin', knock it off, you're not 2Pac
Don't hate me, I'm too hot and you're not
Shooting at me, with the only shot you got
Ja, quit
me a break
And then it's time to illustrate
2Pac will terminate
Cause niggas like to perpetrate
Rhymes I create
Yo you best believe they're worth
we hit em' up...
Verse Three: 2Pac
Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel
This ain't no freestyle battle, all you suckers gettin
feel like 2Pac on a ho
Pack just touched down
I gotta scoop it on the low
I don't need no watch and so
I move it on the low
Bust the ones out
the dark
No matter what, it still can't ease my broken heart
First 2Pac died, then Biggie died and it greatly impacted me
Then history repeated itself,
2pac all eyez watching me
I'm that n**** in this B*tch
I'm that n**** in this B*tch
I'm that n**** in this B*tch
You dig you dig you dig you dig
I'm
and chill
Recognize the real deal
Still a nigga made when I was young
And dumb with a gun but it pays
So I'm bustin for fun
And the outcome will be
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
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
I'm a Bad boy wid it like Shyne with a Y
But I'd rather listen to 2pac
Cause that's my guy
Loyalty makes us trust
But you see the pain when you look
your caps peeled
You know see
Grab ya Glocks, when you see 2Pac
Call the cops, when you see 2Pac, uhh
Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish
Now ya
after midnight
So be ready, to get sweaty, speed up or slow down
You want it, get up on it, it's 'bout to go down right now
Bun Beeda, Pimp C, 2Pac
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
hit em up 2Pac
Out the park the rooftop
Cuz she too hot
She want me to beat it down said where she said the rooftop
But I told her peace like AB
Chrous: The Game
Nigga be easy
Growing up in California believe me
We drive-by, spraying colors for shizzy
Light it up for 2pac and Eazy
Show them
Screamin', "Fuck the world," like 2Pac
I just don't give a fuck!
Talkin' that shit behind my back, dirty mackin'
Tellin' your boys that I'm on crack
I just
Screamin', "Fuck the world," like 2Pac
I just don't give a fuck!
Talkin' that shit behind my back, dirty mackin'
Tellin' your boys that I'm on crack
I just
Screamin', "Fuck the world," like 2Pac
I just don't give a fuck!
Talkin' that shit behind my back, dirty mackin'
Tellin' your boys that I'm on crack
I just
Ridin' round thru the city
Puffin on something sticky
Debating 2Pac or Biggie
Questioning who is with me
El kreepy got me real iffy
Then reality hit
styles how we Our own styles
How we Our own styles our own styles
Don't you love it? 2Pac free shit
That reach the public still I
Believe my speech so
Boy murdered on wax and killed
Fuck with me and get yo' caps peeled
You know
See, grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac
Call the cops when you see 2Pac,
w/ 2Pac speaking over it]
[2Pac]
E'rybody think they understand me
Shit, you niggaz don't know me
Y'all know that nigga on the rap song
Y'all know
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