Lyrics:
inside your mailbox
Infared dots
Blahw
Caught your dreadlocks
Waitin for tha cops
And tell him that ur ass had beef wit biggie and 2pac
Hot lead to flesh
it out that mud shit
Niggas gay they drop the soap they on they sus shit
I'm like 2Pac with the Juice, I'm on my thug shit
Sippin' codeine in my
possible tears
I'm feeling like 2Pac
Because I was not born to be happy here
So shout out to
50s and 60s
And 70s
80s
90s babies always consulting me
Keepin'
to 2pac and that Biggie
Jay-z and that Nas
No gimmick rappers niggas these rappers had bars
Back when record labels turned real niggas into stars,
in ya crib asking where that bread at?
Club, that means a few bottles, a few shots mayne
Live and die in LV, 2pac mayne
Thought they had me boxed
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'
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'
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
depart
Keys to over forty cars, left me with a broken heart
Still I gotta get around, favorite artist was 2Pac
Watch a movie, then we freak it
Tangled
Jackson on the moonwalk
I was with Aaliyah and my grandma and 2Pac
Swear to God
God was like, "Stop swearing at me"
I was like, "God, you're a crusty
Old
Yukmouth be wrong?
How can Lynch be wrong?
How can 2Pac be wrong? Bitch!
[Repeat Chorus]
[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
I've been nice to you rapper cats for
the chosen few
Want to control the population
Poisoning the food
We got money for wars, can't feed the poor
2pac was on to something
Maybe more but we'll never
everything in the
Someone help me please universe within the light
Someone help me! Understanding
They already did 2Pac My children, all six
literally two pack open
Now can you picture me 2pac rolling
If i ain't got i bought the hardest with me
So either way your going down like? city
I like men
west, that two seater Kardashian
Type to give me brain up in the red light traffic
And keep ya head up, that 2Pac blasting
Face two stacks and then be
Why is ratting at an all time high?
Why are you even alive?
Why they kill 2pac n' Chris?
Why, at the bar, you ain't take straight shots instead
Why is ratting at an all time high?
Why are you even alive?
Why they kill 2pac n' Chris?
Why, at the bar, you ain't take straight shots instead
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
revealed the matrix getting decoded 2Pac uncovered illuminated while it was growing
Keeping it going the marathon must continue Black Proud Ambitious
spark thug luvin you hard
not makin love to Al Green shyt we`re bumpin 2pac
cuz ima rida
you my rida
we gon be together til somebody dies-a
and god willin
que me iré a la cárcel
por exceso de rap, como dijo 2pac
If I die to night
Oh yao qué me quieren venir a contar?
Con track rompo estéreo y bar
Hunter, twice as nice
Screw the right thing and watch the ice bling
So tell me how you want it, push or pull
2Pac was ridin' me on a mechanical bull
después del party
En el penthouse como Playboi Carti
Siempre relax como rastafari
Todas las hoes diciéndome daddy
Soy 2Pac pero esquivo las balas
Quiero dar
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