Lyrics:
it hot (skrrt), there go them people
Break up the block and hit the cut by the corner sto'
End up in Ms. Taylor backyard, be quiet, she on the porch
up, big upStick up, stick up, stick up kids (uh)
Still don't nothin' move but the money (you know these lives niggas straight strugglin')
Big up, big
give up tryin'"
I said, "I feel the same way, too, but I
Can't give up so I don't know what to do"
I tell you, men
Can't live with 'em but you
Three piece suits up no more state greens (ow)
Clear the scene had to let off a few shots, riding on a nigga like 2 PAC
Christian Louboutin in a new
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
Man'll pull out the ting and Bucky O'Hare
Man are old school, 2Pac had hair
Man are old school, 2Pac was here
Man are old school just like Ghostbusters
ain't cut from no cloth
I was cooked in a broth
I'm made of groundbreaking mettle breaking metal like Toph
And I'm channeling my inner 2Pac
Rappers
on top of your girl
It's been a hell of a night
What a beautiful life
Let's show 'em how to live this life
Show 'em how to live this life
Fancy
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
I got to have a new spot to live, a few props to give
One for each verse I did, with 2Pac and B.I.G., y'all
This is just a few of them things that I
Get ready (get ready),
Back by popular demand (he's back)
Snoop Dogg! (yo)
(One, two, check up)
One, two, check up
Yeah one, two check up
This ain't livin'..
[2Pac]
N**** - I hear even the smaller G's be dippin' Chevy Impalas
while flossin' they gold D's, O.G.'s, is who they follow
[Chorus] (Ja Rule)
This life we gon' live it up
When the dough gets tough we gon' get it up
Anybody hate on us, we hit 'em up
Baby we can't be touched,
, fuck your hits
Touchin' skies, when you rich, every drop make 'em blitz
I done drove every six, I done glowed every wrist
Every plot got a twist when
shit that got Big and 2Pac killed (it's Gucci)
Haha
Okay
For the record, this is not a diss record
It's just the truth
It's Gucci, the livin'
gangsta it gets when you don't portray the images
remembering Pac's last picture
in the back of my mind stuck since September, nah I�m six you niggas
If
and she swallow semen
I'm probably the realest breathin' under 25
I'm the finest, 2Pac Shakur if he didn't die
From the side where hammers is hereditary
mine was finished loading
Can keep his two cents to his self, I had to penny loaf him
I had to Kenneth Cole him, hold up
Hit 'em up, I treat my nina
shit that got Big and 2Pac killed (it's Gucci)
Haha
Okay
For the record, this is not a diss record
It's just the truth
It's Gucci, the livin'
let 'em know
All over town and
Live it up, live it up, live it up
No more putting it in the layaway
'Cause Boo I got the money today
Come
curses, they said they want the old Nas back
Play the Clue tapes for old verses
Messin' my homies' lives up, sayin' Nas will rise 'em up
Like they wasn't
hands up high
R.I.P. to Tupac
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Nigga roll that good shit
Get your hands up high, hands up high,
the credit went to Elvis
Know you never knew that, know you think I'm too black
I just think I'm too real, I grew up on 2Pac
You grew up thinkin' that
You got a lot of nerve, don't you, baby?
I only hit the curb 'cause you made me
You're tellin' all your friends that I'm crazy
Like I'm the only
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