Lyrics:
the booth
Dawg, I'm the truth like Biggie rockin' with 2Pac in the suit
Talking to Proof dropping a deuce
Fill up a syllable clip like a refillable script
drugs?
Lord knows I deserve to die on an acid high and I'm double cupped
Cold line, hundred blunts
Seen a few bitches I'd love to fuck
2Pac in 96
"Why"?
Is it that nobody calls?
I want to be like Big Pun
So you can call me Big Papa
Walking with 2Pac
Motherfuckers why que pasa
I feel like
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
with us
You a op and you an enemy now
Boss nigga calling shots like
I'm Penny Liddell
I hit them bitches that you
Never see at 70 down
Look, 2Pac back,
celebrities jay z kanye big and 2pac
You mad cause i dissed a legend huh
You treat them like their your own family huh
Yall fin hate me cause im a new school
Jackson on the moonwalk
I was with Aaliyah and my grandma and 2Pac
Swear to God
God was like, "Stop swearing at me"
I was like, "God, you're a crusty
Old
when Pac was going off on everyone in the industry
Or when Scarface and 2Pac did a song for the first time
Or the first time I heard UGK's One Day
I was
of the rental
Free the gang, free my dogs out the kennel
You not a plug
You just Malcolm in the Middle
I got the juice, feel like I'm 2Pac
I'm talkin' trap shit
make it moonwalk
White glove money stuffed in my tube socks
Top down thug life, 2Pac
I'mma boss, I can get ya whole crew chopped
Teflon Don
was so glad
Now I’m working fast food man and it’s wack
I wanna be remembered like Kobe and GiGi
I wanna be mural’d like 2Pac and Nipsey
I just wanna
surgery (Serious)
Must be blind deaf dumb if you ain't heard of me
"Versace, Versace," I did that in the 90s
With 2Pac and $hort and the Click and K-Ci
old talk left me confused
You'd rather be old rich me or new you?
And old niggas, y'all stop actin' brand new
Like 2Pac ain't have a nose ring too,
Thug Life! Comin' straight out the West Coast
Real Boy Killaz! 2Pac with the Assassin
And we ridin' for the West Side!
Bad boy, bad boy, what you
Glocks and bombers, box full of rock launchers
Optic lasers, 2Pac tapes and box cutters
I ain't playing with none of you cocksuckers
Make whores stop in
to the good girl
My ex tripping, it's no Biggie, I 2Pac
Shook her i'm laid up with my new thing
She lay her head on my new chain
Then the mood change
My name
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
a fuck
I'm still locked in
Like who can stop me?
Who can top me?
I feel like 2Pac
Cause who gon judge me?
Who gon tell me, that I ain't worth shit
Just
And they say we ain't hip-hop
Raised by Big Pop and 2Pac
Get your shit rocked
Smoke you like my pipe do
Ignite the flame (Lighter Sound)
If greatness was
Trick Daddy
Say it wasn't me
No shaggy
Niggaz wanna stab me
Same me prior to
Kick shit, minus the Kung Fu
What cha wun do
Live and Direct
Aiming for
on my team
I see hella man talking a lot
Walk in my socks? no I don't think they can do that beefing old friends like biggie and 2pac
Mixed emotions if we
in graffiti, like 2Pac or Biggie, I feel like a milli
My niggas, they gave me a shot (a shot)
It got me a spot (a spot), and now I'm the hot boy
all ages
Ha-Hallelujah I'm the Hollygrove 2Pac
Roc-a-fella new rock hundred K in a shoebox
AK and a new Glock, a-what-baba-lou-bop
Pray the vest you
I'm Chewbacca
In a Redeye, got two choppers
I'ma hit 'em up, I'ma 2Pac 'em
Fly, tall nigga, call me Big Poppa
I'm a big target, got a good lawyer
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