Lyrics:
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
as young niggas making big fat stacks
I tried to do it legal making records
Heavy bent like 2Pac said "it didn't
Pay the fucking rent"
So now I'm
расстанусь с ней
Тебя забуду спустя пару дней
Клик клак на фоне 2pac
Мы угараем подгорает косяк
Шмалью забитый рюкзак
Я полетел дальше накинул jetpack
Тачка
far from the binoculars
So, that smart money finna get that heat out the car
Yo, I'm K-Dot Lamar meets 2Pac Shakur
I got profiled by a few cops, too
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 they JFK with the roof off
Like
can't chat to me about class A sales
It's the return of the mack
I'm still alive just like 2Pac
Girls in the front row, girls in the back
Spit one lyric,
chat to me about Class A sales
It's the return of the Mack, I'm still alive just like 2Pac
Girls in the front row, girls in the back
Spit one lyric,
You can hate it but face it B.I.G. and 2Pac just ain't around
Everywhere you go, there I go, I'm 50 Cent
Ghetto star by the bar I get you bent
You wanna
him)
Then he went to runnin' all them gangsta stories
Bout Boo Milton nem
When 2Pac came to tha bottom
And I was feelin' him
I used to drank tha
Something everybody heard a
Need a blasta not a squirta
Since you wanna be a serva
Another body dropped
Candles on the block
Told u that boy hot
Now he 2pac
head, have you lookin' like Marbury
2Pac taught me keep a bomb ready
I'm drinkin' light, but my arm heavy
Private jettin', I know the pilot, used to be
and sporty
Can't wait to see your grill when you turn 40
Far from a sex symbol and you can't pronounciate
But 2Pac passed, so they signed it anyway
Stretch
punch niggaz with glasses
Back in my third grade classes, squeezin' asses
My niggaz is never over, understand
I'm a 2Pac fan, this is the realest shit I
grew up hearin' 2Pac "So Many Tears"
That's when I fell in love with rap and said, "I'm supposed to be there"
Jay had Reasonable Doubt 1, 2 and Volume
park 2Pac off of ""Juice""
Plus I got Memphis blood don't knock the blue suede shoes
I got that Memphis plug to drop on you, say who? (Mafia)
Them hot
a twenty-two, I'm the trailer park 2Pac off of "Juice"
Plus I got Memphis blood, don't knock the blue suede shoes
I got that Memphis plug to drop on you, say
Can't stop, ain't stop, too hot
Came out like the daughter of Aaliyah and 2Pac
And I pop from the jump, ain't nobody too shocked
And I'm out
everything in the
Someone help me please universe within the light
Someone help me! Understanding
They already did 2Pac My children, all six
living my life
Tryna get my money right
Only the real by my side
My baby like China she fine
2pac all eyes on me, they loving the way that I shine
I don't
nations
Nothing has changed since 2pac to XXXTentacion
Self-esteem in a small amount
Win the rings It's all about
And be able to keep it this is all I got
a warzone
Bouncers actin' like cops in the club
Mother fuck around and get dropped in the club
They don't play enough 2Pac in the club
The industry done made
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
50 Cent or 2Pac
'cause' 2 shots is too many
Too hot to go in me
I've rather sit remmy
In the back of this Bentley
And only fuck with niggaz and you
I've been on the top, I got a bubble in the coupe, bitch
Alexander Wang and some flame, got the juice
But bitch I'm not 2Pac and no the fuck, this shit
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