Lyrics:
made on top
Made out of human skulls
Come on, baby, take a walk with me
Tell me who do you love?
Who do you love now?
Who do you love now?
Who do
boy
2Pac is comin' through
I'm in effect, snappin' necks
I thought you knew
Who would wanna battle, down with me?
Nobo-dy
You wanna talk about
Who loves you pretty baby,
Who's gonna help you through the night?
Who loves you pretty mama,
Who's always there to make it right?
Who loves
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
out some Hen
This my dedication, my nigga 2Pac
And you can best believe -
That it won't stop, uh
You should've known that I'd be coming back
Especially
you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Tombstone hand and a graveyard mind
Just twenty-two and I don't mind dying
[Unverified]
I
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
tattooed tears
[2Pac] Thugged out baby!
[Young Noble]
We don't shed tears we shed blood
Do you still wanna be a thug? HUH? WHAT?
We don't shed tears we
my vision
Right on time with mine thanks to them old Doc prescriptions
West side flourishin' again, this what 2Pac envisioned
Obama freein' lifers
hands now"
"Clap your hands now"
Brothers know the flavs when the Quest gets loose
Slamming sucker fuckers like the wrestler Zeus
Crazier than 2Pac
the booth
Dawg, I'm the truth like Biggie rockin' with 2Pac in the suit
Talking to Proof dropping a deuce
Fill up a syllable clip like a refillable script
Naughty By Nature 2Pac and BIG shit I am
The piece of the puzzle
Thats probably missing
And I guess im here for that job
So all the swagger jackers need
Ay who you is, nigga? I'm like the 2Pac of the new shit
A hundred thousand hoes and they like the way I do shit
I'm the realest nigga rappin' and my
Naughty By Nature 2Pac and BIG shit
I am the piece of the puzzle that's probably missing
And I guess im here for that jive
So all the swagger jackers need
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
I've got a tombstone hand and a graveyard mind, I'm just twenty-two and I don't mind dying
Who do you love
don'tcha say who, say already
I'd want to marry him today
But you don't say who
That I cannot do
Happen to be me
Possibility
Won'tcha tell me who ya love
Two players on a hoodrat chase
You niggas can't see me and you can't see my nigga Face
First thang we do is hit the club
I'm seein' hella
styles how we Our own styles
How we Our own styles our own styles
Don't you love it? 2Pac free shit
That reach the public still I
Believe my speech so
ain't scared cause 2pac got kilt
I'm on tilt
Feelin' the motherfucking guilt
Thug Nigga
the answer
Was it someone from above
(I wonder, wonder who, mmbadoo-ooh, who)
(Who wrote the Book Of Love)
I love you darlin'
Baby, you know I do
But I've got
Who, by touching my hand
Makes me understand, questions my heart is asking
Who, opened my eyes, made me realize
Love is everlasting
Nobody but
a classic
Hail Mary
Come with me
I got California love you can run quick see
I feel just like 2Pac today
I feel just like 2Pac today
Gotta keep it G no
Who loves you pretty baby,
Who's gonna help you through the night?
Who loves you pretty mama,
Who's always there to make it right?
Who loves
Two private Jets what this nigga's worth
Atlanta, Miami, Rosé
We like 2Pac infante
They sent my nigga on house arrest
I'm coming through nigga
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