Lyrics:
Master P, Lil' Rick, 2Pac
All my niggas Down South hustlin'
And all the motherfuckin' real niggas on the West Coast
The best coast, toast to the best
that people know Truth is the Truth)
That's why 2pac dead and still got the juice
(That's why he dead and still got the juice)
Two times for my side
been out here pitching
I ain't talking overhand
(That's how it's supposed to be)
So if shorty wanna thug then it's success
Yes, uhh
Ayy! Look 2pac in
song
No love, no love
This is music just to fuck on
Eat it up, beat it up
Put a lil 2Pac on
All eyez on me
Playing what yo phone number
Lookin real good
You told me to keep that energy
I got you
This one for my niggas who give me that energy
You know that early morning 2pac
We ride on our enemies
You
grow up!
Wait hold up!
Wait hold up!
Seated down with a sippy cup!
I'm fucked like a 100
Go 2Pac get shot like what the fuck
Boy in drunk
Fuck
Can't stop, ain't stop, too hot
Came out like the daughter of Aaliyah and 2Pac
And I pop from the jump, ain't nobody too shocked
And I'm out
here)
Ring a bell and make a nigga late
Like, what it do Bob?
This a warzone, send 'em to the gulag
They was talkin' shit, now they talk to 2Pac
Now
Daisy
Lazy ,shady
I wouldn't trust you
If you paid me
Brenda had a baby
All permissions
To be crazy
2pac had a baby
A few shots couldn't phase
Me
a dawg
I ain't worried about him, I know he a bitch (meow)
The next nigga that come play with me
I'ma send him to go ask 2Pac for a pic, bitch
They say
And you never was a thug
Why you imitating Pac?
You was wrong for doing that song 2Pac Back
I seen the video like
Where the fuck is 2Pac at?
I saw your boss
me daddy
Slide in that pussy like DM's
Pussy so good, get goosbumps
I love when she lick around the rims
Give her death row dick, no 2pac
She
Yo
Quick step bro mind how you move
Deep breaths when they hear my tunes
Like rah say swear dis you
Like 2pac i got the juice
Lately I aint been in
I pop out in a spot and you know I'm MVP
What that nigga 2Pac say, All Eyes, they On Me
I stay spreading wisdom, like the branches of a tree
And my
to the world
Cus it's ran by the devil they gon lead you to the hearse
If you don't be careful they gon lead you to the hearse
Word
Spill it from my spirit never
a bank packin a shank
Oeelin back busters to maintain my street rank
Down with the Cartel and 2Pac the pigs
want a nigga with a scope
the truth
Is you spinning the block if I ain't got the juice?
I was holding it down
Now I feel like 2pac how I'm getting around
Said she wants some more
I miss 2Pac
I miss the mac
I miss The Jack
Thats my favorite rapper
I miss 2Pac
I miss the Mac
I miss The Jack
Thats my favorite rapper
Just like my
Hands up high) rIP to 2Pac
(Get your hands up high, hands up high
Hands up high) nigga roll that good shit
(Get your hands up high, hands up high
Hands up
will they mourn me?) we handle this shit for you, boy
Yeah, nigga
2Pac in this motherfucker
All my homies drinkin' liquor
Tears in everybody's eyes
I've been thinkin'
Now I'm ridin' through traffic with 2Pac blastin'
With a bitch that's irritatin' from all these questions she askin'
Like what
beside me, and 2Pac me
Holla if you hear me, tears flowing sincerely
Check up on my block weekly, my health yearly
Something's wrong with me, niggas
and poked on shit that is potent
Fresh out the pot, 2Pac couldn't picture my rollin'
Hook
Cam'ron:
I said it's the Diplomats, y'all kickin' is chicken
a nigga late
Like, what it do, Bob?
This a warzone, send 'em to the gulag
They was talkin' shit, now they talk to 2Pac
Now they JFK with the roof off
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