Lyrics:
the wop
Since Floyd and Damian kept rocks in they socks, nigga
Taught 2Pac how to keep it gangster
I showed Biggie Smalls how to release his anger
Who
I'd like to address
Pac was never set up by Stretch (let it rest)
I stepped to him at Bryant Park so we could speak direct
He didn't disrespect, we
waitin' on the outcome
Free 2Pac is all that's on a nigga's mind
But at the same time it seems, they tryin' to take mine
So I'mma get smart and get
Nip, Spice-1 or 2Pac never gave a gun to me
So gangsta rap ain't done shit for that
I've even seen white folks from River Oaks go get the gat
So why
heard of me
Dedication, Dedication
Baby girl this is my dedication
Dedication, baby girl this is my dedication
My dedication
Baby girl this is my
knot thick, I'm it
Motherfucker, I'm ill
Yeah
See, they say I'm rappin' like B.I.G., Jay, and 2Pac
André 3000, where is Erykah Badu at? Who that?
gangsta)
Play or stay (gangsta)
Yeah, yeah (gangsta, gangsta)
Death Row
Yeah, yeah, my nigga 2Pac rest in peace
Dogg Pound
Dippin' real hard y'know
it, street game Fugazi
I'm elevated to the top of this shit
Done fucked around and put me and 2Pac on the bitch
And you can tell 'em "Thug Life" was
Respect Dedication
Loyalty Order Respect Dedication
Loyalty Order Respect Dedication
Loyalty Order Respect Dedication
Remember times that we didn't have
of smoke while you gasping, uh
Pocket full of stones, talking moonrock
'Cause that molly make these broads think they 2Pac
The molly make these niggas
waitin' on the outcome
Free 2Pac is all that's on a nigga's mind
But at the same time it seems, they tryin' to take mine
So I'mma get smart and get
requires a dedication
All this love we feel needs no conversation
We ride it together, ah ha
From one love to another, ah ha
Islands in the stream
the silent waters by
With bright knives he releaseth my soul
He maketh me to hang on hooks in high places
He converteth me to lamb cutlets
For lo, He
On God, Dedication 6
On God, Dedication 6
On God, yeah
25 million on a nice big ol' mansion
And, bitch, I still haven't invited your family
the stash box popped 2 glocks
Peace "All Eyez On Me," 2Pac
Everybody know he a boss he still gotta floss
He on the same bullshit that sent Gotti up north
gettin' topped off (Soul), Top Dawg
Women, weed, and weather what more can I say
To live and die in LA
Spend a week on Venice Beach
I'm 2Pac and Biggie
and bittersweet thinking about
Connections uninterrupted by death, disease, erasure or chattel slavery
2pac knew - a rose grows in concrete (Amaru)
They never broke my will
'cause my heart was strong
They would justify
Condemnation by invitation
I will survive
Stood my ground till the end
back (2Pac is back)
Yes, I'm back (2Pac is back)
Yes, I'm back (2Pac is back)
Yes, I'm back (2Pac is back)
Drop the drums, here it comes
Only got
the silent waters by
With bright knives He releaseth my soul
He maketh me to hang on hooks in high places
He converteth me to lamb cutlets,
For lo, He
requires a dedication
All this love we feel needs no conversation
We ride it together, ah ha
From one love to another, ah ha
Islands in the stream
it from my dad bro
Rappers seem to think it's cool to come off as an asshole not me
I be wherever the pot be top
Speed to the fucking top where 2pac
it from my dad bro
Rappers seem to think it's cool to come off as an asshole not me
I be wherever the pot be top
Speed to the fucking top where 2pac
K5, LAX, I flew by niggas
To live and die in LA, I feel like 2Pac
Nigga look, I said I flew by niggas
Westside when we ride, I feel like 2Pac
Nigga
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