Lyrics:
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
the blood klot?
What the blood klot?
I'ma rude boy, with me dreadlock
I'ma bad boy, I'ma 2Pac
Choppa choppin' half off like a coupon
I'ma lil' nigga,
shit hook up
Though how that shit hook up?
Can I get some?
I love that ghetto shit (That ghetto shit)
I love that 2Pac shit (2Pac shit)
I'm that nigga
passion
It'll blow your mind hey throw up your legs
Wrap your shit around my back
It's a west side bang fucking
Hoes around the map
? get down with 2Pac
Turk and Wayne back at it, nigga, we ain't gon' stop
Thuggin' nigga, it's thug life, 2Pac
My youngin' with me, they stay strapped with two Glocks
I'm
pray in the morning I see snow cause
I sure as hell ain't tryna go to school
What's really left to prove ma?
You know I'm tryna do my 2Pac
No I ain't
rest since 03
And I'm still going
Here's one for the road then
A goodbye kiss from an old man
The hood got rich from my offerings
I've seen 2Pac kids get
rest since 03
And I'm still going
Here's one for the road then
A goodbye kiss from an old man
The hood got rich from my offerings
I've seen 2Pac kids get
block you prolly bred a Fat Pat or 2Pac
Or Big Pun, or B.I., ya homeboys from knee, high
And even when it was storming outside, that nigga'd be by
That's
smoke bitches say i'm too high
Living the life of Biggie and 2Pac
Nigga you know who shot
The day Jay Z go broke nigga when Snupe stop
That will be never
knock
Drop top, she was rockin the 2Pac
Said, "Yo D, not me, whatchu got?"
D said, "She's a vivrant thang..
vivrant thang, vivrant thang"
[Fred
on Channel 7 he do beats for 2Pac
Now coming out the spring from Heaven
Ya know my piece is, hotter than grease is
With no wrong way to eat
Ya face like
(Gorilla warfare) Shootouts, real block shit
West coast assassin on some real 2Pac shit
My style's smokin' like, after a glock spit
Game get the blood
angel|Fare thee well my rock and roll angel||Juke box playing in the back of the room|Drinking 7 & 7, singing 2Pac Shakur|Let's take your dusty Mustang
they too busy with 2Pac and Biggie though
You niggas don't feel me though
That was on Suge's watch, I'll take Suge's watch
You dissin' Drizzy, that's
on the corner had my baseball glove,
Call me 2Pac cuz I was feeling like a thug.
M-90 cocked but ane trying to be tough, but when you see me coming no daps no
at the spot
Yo, to the DJ, throw on 2Pac
I walked back in and showed the stamp, felt like I was shot
Oh my God! Saw this brown skinned cutie
With a big booty,
was cool cause I was just there for the energy
Watchin' Bizarre pop pills while 2Pac in my Hennessy
First time in Detroit, had to rock the Grant Hills
I was just there for the energy
Watchin' Bizarre pop pills while 2Pac in my Hennessy
First time in Detroit, had to rock the Grant Hills
Cause I threw
was cool cause I was just there for the energy
Watchin' Bizarre pop pills while 2Pac in my Hennessy
First time in Detroit, had to rock the Grant Hills
if I fail
Yeah, y'all put ya twos up for 2Pac
Dead Prez collaboration
It's only two choices man, ball or fall
Rose that grew from concrete
And we
warfare) Shootouts, real block shit
West coast assassin on some real 2Pac shit
My style's smokin like, after a glock spit
Game get the blood money, fuck
the crack spot with a laptop
Bumpin' that Biggie Smalls and 2Pac
French braid and weed heads
Where'd all these niggas come from with these dreads?
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
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