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Ring a bell and make a nigga late
Like, what it do Bob?
This a warzone, send 'em to the gulag
They was talkin' shit, now they talk to 2Pac
Now
Yo, yo, yo, yeah, yeah, yeah
Check it, check it, check it, check, one, two
(Now you're listening)
Yo, yo, yo, yeah
Check it, check it, check it,
around
Who said life is priceless
So far your life cost me a-
Yo, it's the return of the man
I'm still alive just like 2pac
Girls in the front row girls in
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
Me and 2Pac were soldiers
Of the same struggle
You lames could huddle, your team's shook
Y'all feel the wrath of a killer
'cause this is my football
mourn falling stars
They still living all hard (We still here)
Now of course this was
Inspired by 2Pac Shakur
Eazy-E, still here (still here)
My man
sweeper with a K
Nigga, this is 2Pac mixed with the old Guwop
15 years, 30 mil', nigga, who flopped?
One good song, but you ain't got a classic yet
Hands up high) rIP to 2Pac
(Get your hands up high, hands up high
Hands up high) nigga roll that good shit
(Get your hands up high, hands up high
Hands up
you wack rappers hit the floor
[2pac]
How should I plead forever thuggin on a quest to get G's
Runnin from enemies ever since the days of a seed
know?
So, he phones up the company
"yeah, we got one, " da
Dat dat da we get into the studio, you know
Two months later we go into the studio
To record
corner riding with him ha Ha
All they see is black venom
Then my silhouette
Just watch the fear reappear in they
Eyes when I hit the set
Oh no, 2Pac wit'
knock
Drop top, she was rockin the 2Pac
Said, "Yo D, not me, whatchu got?"
D said, "She's a vivrant thang..
vivrant thang, vivrant thang"
[Fred
And folks stealin' a kiss or two
As they whisper, "Merry Christmas" to you
Then comes that big night
Giving the tree the trim
You'll hear voices by
a bitch
Call me Niggarace each finger, it glists
You try to 2Pac me, I hit you with this
Brothers, Miles Davis
Mr. James Brown, 2Pac
Bob Marley, Biggie Smalls
Billie Holiday, Cathy Hughes
Charlie Parker, Betty Shabazz
Denzel Washington,
Anyway, so, I dedicated this song sort of to her because of the curiosity that was aroused in my mind by these two things happening at once. And it goes
on a weekend
We two, you two, no more
And lounge away a holiday
Like we've never done before
We'll bring the rounds and some jazzy sound
To play by a cozy
to win
Diz to the outside, 2Pac up the center
A ten minute game and we were the winners
The boys started smackin', talkin' that slack and
till he see
Now let me let off
Tougher than raw denim, my flow you can't identify
Talib said it best back in the day, we just tryna get by
Two words, Mos Def, in
And when I see you I'ma take what I want
So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
My, first album
one
Why'd you throw them stones if you
Had a wild hair of your own or two?
Livin' in your big glass house with a view
I thought you knew
I had
Performed by Prince
Spoke 2 me
I can't believe it but she spoke 2 me
Close 2 me
I never thought I'd get her close 2 me
Now the moon and the sun
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
or you've just heard
I need to think of somethin else, but look
You've just listened slash heard
The new three 6 mafia album, the "last 2 walk"
It's
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