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blessings
2pac said is there a ghetto in heaven, 'cause nowadays kids is getting fucked by their reverend
So many people, you gotta make exceptions 'cause

They say Henny make the world go 'round

2Pac wouldn't been shit without his mama
Obama wouldn't be shit without his mama, and his baby mama
See

Hit 'em with my 2Pac See my patna, got the midi, got two spots 
Baby, take 'em jeans off, leave 'em heels on
Yeah, I'm fuckin' you tonight, that my

him
Youngin' told me he thuggin' I played some 2Pac for him
Then I gave him some work and got a new block for him
Then they hate when you get it so say

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

and she swallow semen
I'm probably the realest breathin' under 25
I'm the finest, 2Pac Shakur if he didn't die
From the side where hammers is hereditary

Naughty By Nature 2Pac and BIG shit I am
The piece of the puzzle
Thats probably missing
And I guess im here for that job
So all the swagger jackers need

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

motherfucking trill shit that
I be talking 'bout
Bandanna tied like 2Pac to the side, nigga
It's that A$AP life
It's that trill wave right here, man
Get your

Turned around, shot him with the same Glock

So you say you shot him with the same Glock
Young nigga feeling like 2Pac
Still will hit a nigga with

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

Story tellst
Boom, Diggi, bye, bye, Super Soaker, Drive-By
Arbeit Rhymes schreiben, 2Pac in der Freizeit
(heh)
Was für Diesel, Digga? Bleifrei ist

How Can U Sleep

The Game

I'm Brain

2017

a beach, so you rot in the wave
Man, I'm so glad that Guwop out
And rap fans still give a fuck what 2Pac 'bout
I'm right here, I don't give a fuck who hop

feeling like a muthafuckin'
Boss bangin' 2Pac
High as a muthafuckin' Queensbridge rooftop
Blowing on this purple haze
Feelin' invincible
Sellin' dope, never

here)
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

"And all my niggas in the pen
Here we go again
Ain't nothin' separatin' us from
A MAC-10" - 2Pac

I got eleven MAC-11's, thirty-eight 38's
Nine 9's,

Blood in the Streets

Ghostface Killah

36 Seasons [Only @ Best Buy]

2014

tube socks spraying from the rooftops
92' props
Banging for my blue tops
It's me and you Ock, Biggie verses 2Pac
And you forgot
I'm the one who let you

Somethin'

The Pharcyde

Plain Rap

2000

direction that left me in true shock
Like when 2Pac got shot
The whammy
I drop my secrete scripts of the uncanny
Broadcastin' live and direct throughout

through traffic with 2Pac blastin'
With a bitch that's irritatin' from all these questions she askin'
Like what bitches I fucked, when, how and where
You

trust you
Ok, niggas ain't loyal, niggas ain't loyal
Bad like milk niggas will spoil
Picture me rollin like 2Pac
Off two pills I popped, nigga Fuck You!

And please get on a diet

Shoebox came with the doowop
One billion and two cops can't find 2Pac
Two shots, that's two grazed in two days
What goes up must come

happened to 2Pac and Biggie
You light up your ciggy
Grab a cold beer out the refridgerator, bop your mickey
You was scared in the hired hotel
Dressed

My People

James Ingram

The Art of Love & War

2007

Brothers, Miles Davis
Mr. James Brown, 2Pac
Bob Marley, Biggie Smalls

Billie Holiday, Cathy Hughes
Charlie Parker, Betty Shabazz
Denzel Washington,

All Due Respect

Travis Barker

Run the Jewels 2

2014

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