Lyrics:
But what more can I say
I've never been defeated
By a half steppin' mutha fucka
Clutchin' on the microphone
Sucker I'll break ya bones
Better leave 2Pac
trash can
With more holes than an Afghan
So when you see me on your block with two Glocks
Screamin', "Fuck the world," like 2Pac
I just don't give
trash can
With more holes than an Afghan
So when you see me on your block with two Glocks
Screamin', "Fuck the world," like 2Pac
I just don't give
trash can
With more holes than an Afghan
So when you see me on your block with two Glocks
Screamin', "Fuck the world," like 2Pac
I just don't give
(Fuckin' punk, pussy bitch)
Ja, quit playin', knock it off, you're not 2Pac (I'll fuck you up, boy)
Don't hate me, I'm too hot and you're not (never
trash can
With more holes than an Afghan
So when you see me on your block with two Glocks
Screamin', "Fuck the world," like 2Pac
I just don't give
ain't it ?
Love me, Or Hate me, but I ain't stoppin till I'm on top
I'm screamin' "Fuck the world" like 2pac
Say my name and you might get shot
Its
murdered on wax and killed
Mess with me and get your caps peeled
You know ... see ...
Chorus:
Grab ya Glocks, when you see 2Pac
Call the cops, when
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
With more holes than an Afghan
So when you see me on yo' block with two Glocks
Screamin', "Fuck the world" like 2Pac (I just don't give a fuck)
business boomin boombox
Bases loaded you know that I strike hit em up 2Pac
Out the park the rooftop
Out the park like Aaron Judge
Strike em out like Gerrit
Imma leave the town
They don't fuck with mine
Gang I got
That's all I need
Pour out a little liquor for the RIPs
Feel like 2Pac
All Eyez On Me
All Eyez
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,
Godde
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The cops in The background while 2Pac speaks:
Cop:
A Srg a we've got a 2Pac
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
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
degrees
For' I get killed by somebody I know
Loosing myself
Swear I never felt so lonely
Just like 2pac from the concrete I rose
How can you hate me
But you
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
Latifah, the Queen of the flavor
And nothing weaker behind is watching, kick her
The Digital Under-the-Underground, rocks with Shock and 2PAC
With Money
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
be hitting switches
Calling 2Pac daddy
It ain't my fault that she's sprung on me
And ain't it fun I make her cum
Put her tongue on me
That's
you mothafuckers want Shady)
The lost begotten seed of 2Pac (if Pac was still here now)
To lead this industry into the ways of the man (he would never
the sky (sky), my eyes open wide (ayy, bro, is that Jambo?)
All eyes on me, but I'm no 2Pac
I'm a Goat, I'm a boss, I'm a leader (woo)
Won't settle for
2Pac on stage
But, fuck a dream if it's not gon' pay
You feel me?
White socks, hat with my Glock on waist
Couldn't tell me I was not O'Shea
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