Lyrics:
Back from the dead eazy-E, 2016
With my mothafuckin' nigga DJ Chop
With the homie 2Pac back up, Back up
Motherfuckers are 2 Hot
Now, ever since
All eyez on me when im rolling
Like 2pac in this bitch
Dont talk to me till the bottle open
ThaMythra has awoken
Bad joint got her open
Night coming
He used to be a little baby
And now he's just a criminal
Well, years went by and Jimmy was arrested
The cops said he would be locked up for
the door
Who's the man who hired all the criminals
The white house shadows who hide behind closed doors
And bend the facts to fit with their new story
(dope)
Trappin' out of the gym, 2Pac is above of the rim (Devoe)
Watching me like I'm a film
They want the chips, the drip, the sauce, my hoe
I look
we had 2Pac
An old boom box, chilling in our tube socks
And plus Dre taught us how to roll a 64
And Snoop Dogg taught us how
To roll a sticky dro
So if
critical thoughts, criminal minded
Blinded by illusion, findin it confusin
Duel of the iron mics
It's that fifty-two fatal strikes
Duel of the iron
Dogg Pound, LA zuu
Shit ain't even real no more
(Ain't nothing stop, don't stop
That's for damn sure)
Holla at my homie Pac and shit
(I heard 2Pac fucked
think I'm funny 'cause I'm worldwide
Too many millions are the victims of a genocide
I'm going crazy, all I do is see and stand by
We're a victim
Criminal fin mamchit ana criminal 7it ana 3arbi Fin mamchit ana criminal criminal 7it ana 3arbi Fin mamchit ana criminal criminal crimi crimi
a ratchet, what's good?
It happens in Compton, happens in Queens, happened to Big L
Happened to Chinx and 2Pac in that passenger's seat
Sometimes it's
a bandit.
Just a no good, two-bit, filthy, rotten criminal.
Let me count the ways; I six, seven, ate my words
Right from the silver plate, we checked in,
way!
Guy so sly
Took me by surprise
Looked in my eyes
Couldn't tell why
Made me drink the wine
Came to rob me blind
Boy you've got a criminal mind
There are murders that we must account for
Bloody deeds have been done in my name
Criminal acts we must pay for
And our children will
God damn
But, now I'm thinking bigger
Petty criminal to finessing legal
Work the system from within
Take care of all my people
Keep the talking
a bandit.
Just a no good, two-bit, filthy, rotten criminal.
Let me count the ways; I six, seven, ate my words
Right from the silver plate, we checked in,
droppin' evil with the people as my posse
Yo whoever shot 2Pac Amaru Shakur
Will forever be a dead man
Laying on the floor
Revolutionary thug shit dieing
on the pavement
your love is Criminal
Criminal
I-i
Shoulda have listened to my intuition
Up against a wall in this position
Walked myself straight into
chi-chang (Huh)
Yellow in my diamonds, lemon ring
I’m feeling like 2Pac in this rap game
(Shakur)
Giuseppe steppers never looked better
Bring the chinchilla
critical thoughts, criminal minded
Blinded by illusion, findin it confusin
Duel of the iron mics
It's that fifty-two fatal strikes
Duel of the iron
Macavity's a mystery cat
He's called the Hidden Paw
For he's a master criminal
Who can defy the law
He's the bafflement of Scotland Yard
The Flying
criminal
Criminal criminal criminal
มึงไม่รู้เบื้องหลัง some behind
All them ladies by my side
กูผ่านเรื่องราวมามากมาย
แค่กูไม่เคยเล่าว่ามันดีร้าย
2Pac rest in peace man
We got this man, 2004 shit man
This shit from the heart ya'll
Huh, I wish the best for my enemies
Brrrraaaaa-a ahhh
We get so close but we never touch,
Gotta wear this mask for just long enough
To get away from all the eyes that stare us down.
Like two criminals
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