Lyrics:
Mister, that Mister, Bobby Bands
Mr. Long, Mr. Get-Her-Wrong, Mr. Sing-A-Song
Hit the bong, Mr. Cheech and Chong, Mr. In-My-Zone
Mr. 2Pac Herringbone,
something
You ain't nothing to me
My passion is crazy
I studied the game 3k down to Jay-Z
Nas and 2pac
BIG and then Shady
Kenny and Cole
JID and Lil Wayne
See
space what's in the waist
I mean please keep your pussy coz I ain't like interchange
Not offensive
Just a motherfucken splinter in my brain
OB like 2pac
niggas by ah accident
Nigga philosophy and Stylez they be like who that
All eyez on us like we 2Pac the new rap
So many girls all on my nuts
I’m like a kid
Demon Loc
Damn too many of my homies got smoked
Before I lost 2Pac I lost my Grand Pa
Tha Raw dogg, I called him pa pa, aah naw
Not Reverend Harris
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
it, If you can make it
Then we can make it a better day
Madden Wiz, Yahway Music
Rest in Peace to 2Pac Shakur god Bless!
popping slugs, stomping haters like drugs
I wonder, is there a heaven for a plug?
Drinking spirits, possessed by a thug
Short fuse cause 2pac is my muse
're a Gee
So, I know now you're gon be with 2pac
You're gon be with Nipsey Hussle
You're gonna be with the Notorious BIG
That's what it is
You don see am
like soldiers we stand up
Remember when 2Pac told us keep our head up?
And even when the times get rough we get up
Treat your life like a stage, you
we just prove them wrong
Just had to "Hold On Be Strong" Just like 2PAC
No matter how many times they shoot us down
Still we'll shoot our shots
Immortalz)
And 2Pac Makaveli outlaw Immortalz
You know how we do this shit nigga
Give me my money in stacks
And lace my bitches with dime figures
Real niggas
rich
You broke ima have the last laugh
R.I.P to juice x peep big 2pac
Don't wanna die eighteen
it, street game Fugazi
I'm elevated to the top of this shit
Done fucked around and put me and 2Pac on the bitch
And you can tell 'em "Thug Life" was
talking bout shit but baby mommas
You don't wanna stir the pot
You don't wanna detox
I'm asleep though
You ever heard of Basquiat
You don't want a 2pac
city of Compton
Analogy is like Biggie and Bed Stuy
Oakland and 2Pac i'm more focused
I'm nothing like you new guys
Struggling over a few lines thinking
hands now"
"Clap your hands now"
Brothers know the flavs when the Quest gets loose
Slamming sucker fuckers like the wrestler Zeus
Crazier than 2Pac
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
& Exile freestyle, need more that
Even way before that, that 2Pac Shakur tash
Alcoholic sugar free speak kind of sort of
Getting too cute, need to be
the candle lit, my nigga never rowed
Niggas caught him slipping, gave him a shit bag
Five shots to the stomach, 2Pac gift pack
It's death row, conspiracy
the candle lit, my nigga never rowed
Niggas caught him slipping, gave him a shit bag
Five shots to the stomach, 2Pac gift pack
It's death row, conspiracy
the corner all eyes on me
Like I'm 2Pac niggas envy wanna shakur me
Haters, why get mad? I get paper
All black Camaro lookin like Darth Vader
Diamonds in ma
We in the van bumping old 2Pac shit
He speaks of his dad, how he got moved by this
Two black kids tryna maneuver through life's pits
Was it bad luck
Riding all day 2pac
Elevate to new heights
Enlightenment is free
Feel my spirit ya you
Know it as energy
When I pass through
Your life you gone
Remember me
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