Lyrics:
I want you by my side
So that I never feel alone again
They’ve always been so kind
But now they’ve brought you away from me
I hope they didn't get
Yo 'Pac
That's right, hehehe
Yo, I heard you got beat up by the police
Got a big fat lawsuit and everything
Yeah
Niggas just wanna know
If you
around me
And you gotta drown a fish before you clown me
The young cop killer, I'm that ill, so doc' will ya
Give me two shots for 2Pac killer, nigga
2Pac's soul
Only way to roll, Jigga and two ladies
I'm too cold, Motorola, two-way page me (c'mon)
Give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that
cause my nuts is bigger
Strapped with a tec 9 a mac 10 and 2 glocks
Dumpin' niggas in ditches cause I'm a thug like 2Pac
I'm kickin' it in Cali but
stay'll darlin' I'll try to change. don't give up on Jerry Lee
Lord things were good between us once I know they could be again
And there's nothing
flying everywhere and bottles as well
It's just something to talk about, a story to tell, yeah
Well, I'm so glad they turned us all away
We'll put it
he wanna shoot ya
f**k em they call us niggs I'm tryin to make a livin
Do some touchin, you know I'm pretty good with the bustin
Trustin nothin you can
go?
Judging rap by race instead of the better flow
Who gives a fuck who made it, I penetrated and innovated
While they emulated, give a fuck if I'm
the history of the future
This train is set to justify
Whether you're ready or not
This day is of the meeting now
If they don't give us the keys
How
the history of the future
This train is set to justify
Whether you're ready or not
This day is of the meeting now
If they don't give us the keys
How
Yeah
Pac, Dat Nigga Daz
Kurupt
All up in this bitch
Don't stop, keep goin' don't stop, keep goin'
Don't stop, keep goin' don't stop, keep
2Pac's soul
Only way to roll, Jigga and two ladies
I'm too cold, Motorola, two-way page me (c'mon)
Give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that
how these fools die (Die die)
Waitin' on school by (By by)
Have you on the news by (By)
Y'all know how the story goes
We give a fuck about award
to tear up your suspension
And your baby mamma on child support, my fault, forget to mention
You don't even have a checking account wasn't thinking about
concern you more than your time
Gone going gone everything gone give a damn
Gone be the birds when they don't want to sing
Gone people, all awkward
Too high to be famous motherfucker! Yeah!
2Pac temper G in the mix
Never been so high in my life
Never been so ready for a fight
Never been so fresh
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
(take money)
Verse One: 2Pac
First off, touch your chick and the clique you claim
Westside when we ride, come equipped with game
You claim to be
Christmas and we're wondering if you miss us.
Don't know why you up and left and went away.
The kids are lonely here without you, even wrote old Santa about
(Let's try it one more time)
(Cool)
Don't think about it too much, too much, too much, too much
There's no need for us to rush it through
Don't
the thing about revolutions is?
You don't plan them, I didn't at least
There just happened to be alot of people that agreed with me
I happen to be
they call us G Unit for?
'Cause we move units, uh-huh
And don't think we ain't billin' you for this motherfucking studio time
Matter fact keep, keep
in the cones
Stay at the streets, bullshit and plans to beef
Spray at your peeps for christmas, give a key to my niece
Real nigga's feel us and fear
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