Lyrics:
brodas
Ak for sokoto toba lo bewa onikuda
Dats d lifestyle b4 I reason make I do rap
Mo dure mo balance
Durag lori biti 2pac
Flow sossick dem bi asking
down and laughing at'cha
I never be bothered like 2pac
I ain't mad at'cha
So baby beware
This game of life is like do or die
It's hell on this earth
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
hungry, so I'mma take what you got
Throw up a dub, spit at the camera like 2Pac
My rap style is Sheek like two L.O.X
Word on a few blocks; my technique's
until we fall
Stacking checks scamming niggas grandma's need them catalogs
Tell them pussies then can get hit up like I'm 2Pac
Ian worried bitch cause I
See, it's a murder when I slide out
I ain't tryna hit the studio with
Niggas just to smoke so we can vibe out
I put the studio in my house
You want
a fuck what he sold im the truth holms "that's right"
Kitchen fumed up, niggas jamming 2pac "jeah"
Get my Billy Hondas on workin 2 pots "damn"
Baby need
good, you act tough for the camera
Run from the lil' kids, they fuckin with Santa
Cause they like 2Pac more - word? Word to my grandma
I figure I might
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
this guage
And blow these sukaz away
Cos my four five got no limit
2pac meant it when he said
Fuck friends
They knowww, they know they know
They
eight fucking ways like a motherfuckin' octopus
I'ma fuck that lil bitch and listen to 2Pac
Call the lil bitty bitch when I wanna do her
Baby girl I'm
2Pac and it's fuck the law
Cash out on a foreign, I don't care what it cost
It came wit' a horse, she hear the exhaust
I got me a check, went
her groove back
The kind of flow that put the rhythm in 2Pac
8 years later
They're saying Ghetto Gospel was
Ahead of it's time i'm like, duh
Tell 'em I
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
2Pac died
Puttin' dust in they weed, after they heard How High
KRS was the main one, I heard Stay Wise
Before, N.W.A., you never thought of drive-by
(go!)
The generation of people that love 2Pac
And hate, we bangin' it in the boondocks
Now put your drink in the air if you ain't scared
Dem folks been
and
To say you're right, you can
Hope for a better life
You can do it differently
Miss Shakur did not go on a rampage
About the people who shot her son
I'm
yearly
Yeah you rest in peace Carrie, Wally, Easy, Terry and Vu,
Baby Boy, Uncle Charles, Biggie and 2pac remember I'm with you
Got shit to do so you
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
2pac and biggie what's up
[Chorus:]
I'm 2 sooth
You can't do it like this
You ain't foolish like this
Jewels like this
Cool like this
I ain't full yet I
things are changing see the news I'm just me I never switch
niggas get up in their feelings and they acting like a bitch
I just tell it how it is you want
turn that nigga to 2Pac (On God)
We pull up to your show
Got 'em strapped to the door so
It's gon' be a shootout (Bang)
Ain't worried 'bout a nigga
the ground my niggas is going down
40 on the pound im steppin in london town
Tim westwood we smoking the best good
Tell a motherfuckas i ain't 2pac
But you
Hunter, twice as nice
Screw the right thing and watch the ice bling
So tell me how you want it, push or pull
2Pac was ridin' me on a mechanical bull
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