Lyrics:
on to this new era, cause we Untouchable
Still can't believe that you got 'Pac rushin you
Up in you, bless the real, all the rest get killed
Who can you
the crack spot with a laptop
Bumpin' that Biggie Smalls and 2Pac
French braid and weed heads
Where'd all these niggas come from with these dreads?
a bitch
Call me Niggarace each finger, it glists
You try to 2Pac me, I hit you with this
the whole time
If you could see that I'm the one who understands you
Been here all along, so why can't you see
You belong with me
Standin' by
city sweltering hot
Staggering, drunker than those cops that 2Pac shot
I was a crook by the train with that iron thing, concealed
Reaching, soon as I
for us to share
And girl it sure feels good to know
You're by my side
Cause we're just two high hearts
That beat as one forever on
With love times love
my nigga seeing 6 figures
Black bottles popping when I'm on the turf
Two private Jets what this nigga's worth
Atlanta, Miami, Rosé
We like 2Pac
and Prowler
[Mannie:] DVD to the TV that mean you can HOLLA!
[Mannie Fresh]
Rims - 22, chick - 22, Dick about 22
Playboy, now who the fuck are you?
I'm mister
Tupac and Lil' Mo, hmm, how gangsta is that?
Hehe, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
One two.. to a nigga nature, haha,
No need to cry now, go wipe your
Cole's house apparently
You thought the kids that were raising these new blocks
Would change the world be the brains, let's walk by 2Pac
Instead we talk
Brothers, Miles Davis
Mr. James Brown, 2Pac
Bob Marley, Biggie Smalls
Billie Holiday, Cathy Hughes
Charlie Parker, Betty Shabazz
Denzel Washington,
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
Stopped by the spot, had to serve Pooh bear
He buy one, I front him one, so I left two there
In a two seater, pull up popping 2Pac
Didn't have a safe, so I
Hands up high) rIP to 2Pac
(Get your hands up high, hands up high
Hands up high) nigga roll that good shit
(Get your hands up high, hands up high
Hands up
'bout a dump truck sellin' 2 for 5
I ride with tools I made out of school supplies
I show you it's not serious for why y'all
Trouble, I got a phone
Uh, uhh uhh, Kel's
Young, M, X, tra, money, let's go
[Chorus: x2]
Girl you know you got a body-adi-adi (do you like it?)
Where you get your
to that fine, fine music
You know, her life was saved by rock'n'roll
Despite all the imputations
You know, you could just go out
And dance
to that fine, fine music
You know, her life was saved by rock'n'roll
Despite all the imputations
You know, you could just go out
And dance
One, two, three
All alone in my room
Think of you at a rate that is truly alarming
I keep looping my memories of you in my head
I pretend that you
on an LP
Take me to ER ASAP for an IV
Motherfuck JLB, they don't support no hip hop
They say that's where it ends, the closest they gon' come is 2Pac
uh-uhn
And their teasin' me with these 23's and these dvds in their ride
And they pass me by-by-by-by-by-by
And have the nerve to wonder why
cards tucked up his sleeve!
By George! By Jove! By Jeeves!
Our collective IQ of around Forty Two
Cannot cope, to be terribly frank
All true leaders
in L.A.
So popular
She introduced me to
2Pac the next day
She took me to this party
In Beverly Hills
Where me and Chris Tucker
Couldn't get in
arms around me honey
You make old Ray forget about everything
written by J. Dean [London UK]
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