Lyrics:
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
he wanna shoot ya
f**k em they call us niggs I'm tryin to make a livin
Do some touchin, you know I'm pretty good with the bustin
Trustin nothin you can
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
Niggas
And my number one plan
To kill a man and grab a needle
And drug niggas
Niggas don't like us
Because they bitches straight love us
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
to dumpin' on they ass, like the last outlaws
Rich, 2Pac and the Click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips
With enough shit to raise your block in one dip
We
'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
to dumpin' on they ass, like the last outlaws
Rich, 2Pac and the Click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips
With enough shit to raise your block in one dip
We
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?
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
good
But let's give 2Pac a counter attack
2Pac, step to the stage
And may the best man win
Hit dropper
Shit stopper with the strength to motivate
Give
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
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
to kill a muther f**ker and it's done in.
Since I'm stereotyped to kill and destruct -
Is one of the main reasons I don't give a f**k.
Chances are
while I'm gettin' high
I'm watchin' as the world goes by
'Cause they don't give a fuck about us
If I choose to ride, thuggin' 'til the day I die
They
waitin' on the outcome
Free 2Pac is all that's on a nigga's mind
But at the same time it seems, they tryin' to take mine
So I'mma get smart and get
smokes chronic everyday, so what have we?
Another motherfucker, getting served like some cavi'
Now who drops (ruff rhymes)? I gots the Juice like 2Pac
smokes chronic everyday, so what have we?
Another motherfucker, getting served like some cavi'
Now who drops (ruff rhymes)? I gots the Juice like 2Pac
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
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?
passion
It'll blow your mind hey throw up your legs
Wrap your shit around my back
It's a west side bang fucking
Hoes around the map
? get down with 2Pac
waitin' on the outcome
Free 2Pac is all that's on a nigga's mind
But at the same time it seems, they tryin' to take mine
So I'mma get smart and get
know about it
I owe it all to you
Yea yea yeah they don't know about us, they don't know about it
And as much as I messed up, always give me your best
PEACE
Gang violence will DECREASE
Much love to 2pac an others put to silence
REST IN PEACE will the POLICE, ever CEASE
Or will they always act ELITE
Shoot
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