Lyrics:
You are watching a master at work
Yeah
Haha, Drama, I'm back
This what y'all was waiting on?
Dedication 2, bah
I put a couple pounds on since
There's a land that is fairer than day
And by faith we can see it afar
For the Father waits over the way
To prepare us a dwelling place there
On yo' block you prolly bred a Fat Pat or 2Pac
Or Big Pun, or B.I., ya homeboys from knee, high
And even when it was storming outside, that nigga'd be by
and the President is in too
I hear Tu-Pac sayin', "Watch em they'll kill you"
Sippin' Thug Passion, scrub actin like he feel you
Steady plottin', ready or not;
Children go where I send thee
How shall I send thee?
I'm gonna send thee two by two
Two by Paul and Silas
One by the little bitty baby
Born,
and Dr. Dre is at the do???/ It???s the capital S, oh yes, the fresh N double O P/D O double G Y D O double G, ya see???
2Pac feat. Dr. Dre ???
Pride on a mic
Everybody want money money success
Everybody lack dedication fatience 16×2 we say 8
It's how weve been upgraded
For the name fame
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
Posted
See by now I know your girl dun' told you she lovee the sound of my voice
They say, "Drama, we like when you talk that shit"
So I guess your chick
or 2Pac
But be yourself and maybe you'll be too hot
But don't think you the shit
Because I'll be around to scoop
You up real quick
I'll put you in my
Leaving the haze of the city's breath
Camouflaged by religion
Overnight and over hills
In a rush to the other side
Cynical
We know that it seems so
the corner all eyes on me
Like I'm 2Pac niggas envy wanna shakur me
Haters, why get mad? I get paper
All black Camaro lookin like Darth Vader
Diamonds in ma
The Dedication 3
Count it: 1, 2, 3
DJ Drama (dramatic)
Yeah, money makin' Weezy, Weezy makin' money
I keep my dick in my pants but them hoes take it from me
them two things
Writing and rapping to the beat like I'm Pac
West Coast rival, he never knew when to stop
Until he was shot, his soul just disappeared
still dissin', wonderin' why I ain't sayin' it
I can smell the setup, that's that 2Pac in Vegas hit
I revealed myself and some don't know what to make
a 2Pac moment (2Pac)
Fresh hold nigga with the Guwop stomach
(Guwop)
Spin through your block with the uwop bustin'
(Blaow) ran through the east, like
Who
a very simple formula becoming number one
There's a fire in my heart fueled by the passion
From the other side of the world you could see my dedication
not ruling
This is an introduction to poetry
A small dedication to those that might know of me
They might know of you and maybe your gang
But one
the silent waters by
With bright knives he releaseth my soul
He maketh me to hang on hooks in high places
He converteth me to lamb cutlets
For lo, He
to the soundtrack of 2pac
I'll beat you to a pulp no fiction
Tarantino flow new Jules and Vincent
Blow marijuana smoke, no incense
Exhale in the face of innocent
shit hook up
Though how that shit hook up?
Can I get some?
I love that ghetto shit (That ghetto shit)
I love that 2Pac shit (2Pac shit)
I'm that nigga
Summer is here and we all rollin home
Tonight
Side by side
Miles wide
At the Roadhouse
Stacked up in rows all poised for the pose
Two-four-six and eight's
Why is ratting at an all time high?
Why are you even alive?
Why they kill 2pac n' Chris?
Why, at the bar, you ain't take straight shots instead
must be crazy
[Chorus]
Dedication
It was just a bad relation (yes, it was; yes, it was)
When I think, it cuts my insides
The tears
They fall
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