Lyrics:
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
it's true
After all we've been through
There's nothing that I wouldn't do
Stand by me
And I would gladly give up everything
[Chorus: x2]
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 ???
niggas
What the fuck I got to do
Another truth for niggas?
See, it don't really matter what
Y'all prove to niggas
Y'all ain't satisfied 'til we
Shoot some
like me is hard to come by
The Patrón-ón? Let's go get it on
The zone-one? Yes, I'm in the zone
Is it two, three? Leave a good tip
I'ma blow all
but a buckshot, chck-pow!
Motherfuck your life, pussy blood clot
Ain't never been no rapper this cold since 2Pac was froze
And thawed out for spot
only person I trust is God, trust no one, like 2Pac he said)
He said trust nobody
I seen my homeboy do me kinda wrong
That's why you never hear Lil
This year we iller than a nun in a cumshot
Getting' double penetrated in a dope spot
By two hard pipe hittin' Niggas
On the orders of Marcellus
fuck it
Then we headed right back to the fort
Sweatin' all the bitches in the biker shorts
We didn't get no play from the ladies
With six niggas in
like a whore, though?
Lean by the quart load - 16 OZs
Mind on a million, bitch, fuck you call me?
All my homies bangers
Pistols ain't no strangers
me daddy
Slide in that pussy like DM's
Pussy so good, get goosbumps
I love when she lick around the rims
Give her death row dick, no 2pac
She
a Rollie and a 2Pac herringbone
Midwest kids damn near all we used to hear was Bone
Two family flat, mommy and aunt used to share a home
Boy, I'll rip
jeep bumping that 2pac
I'm walking around in my hood
Cocked back two Glocks 98 in my status
I came back I'm the baddest
Christian's on my feet
I told you
got me? Fuck no
Little Pac gets schizophrenic, and manage to damage all y'all
I'll talk about 'em, and you don't really want it
'Cause they're
with pneumonia (he's got AIDS)
Good luck Mr. Shady
Hi there, little boys and girls (fuck you)
Today we're gonna to learn how to poison squirrels
which one are you? X, Luther, Pac or Michael
Just keep singin' that same song, recycled
We'd all much rather get along and fight you
Me and Hailie
with pneumonia (he's got AIDS)
Good luck Mr. Shady
Hi there, little boys and girls (fuck you)
Today we're gonna to learn how to poison squirrels
Told myself that I would get through this verse
And I'm not gonna mention the plane
But look at the plane, the fuck are we sayin'? (Yeah, what?)
a fear of fallin'
Wondering why we bother with love, if it never lasts
I say, "Can you believe it?"
As we're lyin' on the couch
The moment, I can see
niggas all talkin' crazy
Hottest nigga spittin' and they can't debate it
I didn't really know 2Pac or Big
But know the beast within'll reincarnate 'em
The music's gonna start a revolution
Too late to play it safe
[Chorus]
We don't have to paint by numbers
Let our voice come out from under
Hear it rise
of love we want
It brings us happiness all through the day
And nothin' can ever make it go away
We're gonna hold on
We're gonna hold on
We're gonna
ki's, I'mma get him, think I won't? (better get'em)
And my nigga 2Pac got the fucking Glock cocked, and he's ready
When the kid, didn't even bring
Master P, Lil' Rick, 2Pac
All my niggas Down South hustlin'
And all the motherfuckin' real niggas on the West Coast
The best coast, toast to the best
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