Lyrics:
the bullets out of 2Pac's ribs (take 'em out)
If I could I would reverse the car, reverse the beef
Put it all in a pot and boil it on a D. Dot beat (hit me
How can Lynch be wrong?
How can 2Pac be wrong? Bitch!
Come gangsta
Throw your rags in the air
And know that nobody there
Will compare to your
walk by
Below my window
You look so youthful
Time has been untruthful
Heaven knows I loved you
Thirty years ago
Hot days your shirt's undone
like I knew 'em through they rhymes
At that age, I saw a man cry and seen a man die
2Pac he was that nigga from movie to motion pictures
It was Pablo,
him
Youngin' told me he thuggin' I played some 2Pac for him
Then I gave him some work and got a new block for him
Then they hate when you get it so say
to twenty-twos
Know how to use 'em, fight dirty as shit
I throw a grenade and all-in-one bury a clique
You see y'all got it all wrong like women in tuxedos
The Evidence And Go Disappear Like The Dark Knight, I'm The 2pac
I'm The New Version Of The Hell boy
Thixo Somndla Ba Thethelele I'm A Prob' To Myself
that's all in
Call me Lord remis' my time, and I'll arrive with
Blood in my eyes
[Hussein Fatal Talking]
That's what real niggaz do you know
We
've tried and I've tried
To get you out my mind
But it don't get no better
As each day goes by
And I'm lost and confused
I've got nothin' to lose
Hope
economy was at all time low
And it was known as the depression days
During this time it wasn't unusual to see 50 or 75 hobos
Jump from a moving freight
And please get on a diet
Shoebox came with the doowop
One billion and two cops can't find 2Pac
Two shots, that's two grazed in two days
What goes up must come
your hand and steal a kiss or two on the front porch with you
All I wanna do, when the day is through
Is linger here on the front porch with you
you wack rappers hit the floor
[2pac]
How should I plead forever thuggin on a quest to get G's
Runnin from enemies ever since the days of a seed
2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim
Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position
To meet
'cause wherever I go, y'all my bitches
East to the west coast, all my bitches
Flocks of bitches by the dozens
From sisters to cousins
Got 'em
say I'm a legend
Ghetto bitches be wishin they could spend a day in my presence
I'm stackin plenty dough I stay on cloud nine
Like 2Pac in "I Ain't Mad
anyhow?
Our time is up
(One, two, three, four)
Dog eat dog, every day
On our fellow man we prey
Dog eat dog, to get by
Hope you like my genocide
tryna learn it by heart (I got new rules, I count 'em)
Eat, sleep, and breathe it
Rehearse and repeat it 'cause I (I got new, I got new, I)
One
smoke the best of dro while she down with some jack-jack
My eyes like the red carpet still on the blue side
They locked me up just like 2Pac and I
These times are troubled and these times are good
And they're always gonna be, they rise and they fall
We take 'em all the way that we should
Don't you feel it growing, day by day
People getting ready for the news
Some are happy, some are sad
Oh, we got to let the music play
What
Look like Janet Jackson
That bitch came over lookin'
More like Freddie Jackson
Nah, nah, nah, baby
Won't be no time for no action
I'm just gon' play this
Hard way o' livin take it one day at a time
Combine all the thoughts from the mind
See through y'all like a Australian hundred
People still buzzin
Friends I could count on, I could count on one hand
With a leftover finger or two
I took 'em for granted, let 'em all slip away
Now where they are I
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