Lyrics:
2Pac
Where Do We Go From Here (Interlude)
2Pac
Hit ’Em Up
2Pac
[Hook]
I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto
I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto
I wonder if Heaven
shit hook up
Though how that shit hook up?
Can I get some?
I love that ghetto shit (That ghetto shit)
I love that 2Pac shit (2Pac shit)
I'm that nigga
and Dr. Dre is at the do???/ It???s the capital S, oh yes, the fresh N double O P/D O double G Y D O double G, ya see???
2Pac feat. Dr. Dre ???
city sweltering hot
Staggering, drunker than those cops that 2Pac shot
I was a crook by the train with that iron thing, concealed
Reaching, soon as I
they see me as 2Pac the don
And this bitch with 2 Glocks, I'm wrong
The homie still gon' roll and standin' with your biggest G
You still gon' fold, I
my nigga seeing 6 figures
Black bottles popping when I'm on the turf
Two private Jets what this nigga's worth
Atlanta, Miami, Rosé
We like 2Pac
Dogg Pound, LA zuu
Shit ain't even real no more
(Ain't nothing stop, don't stop
That's for damn sure)
Holla at my homie Pac and shit
(I heard 2Pac fucked
Latifah, the Queen of the flavor
And nothing weaker behind is watching, kick her
The Digital Under-the-Underground, rocks with Shock and 2PAC
With Money
2Pac on stage
But, fuck a dream if it's not gon' pay
You feel me?
White socks, hat with my Glock on waist
Couldn't tell me I was not O'Shea
Posted
Acquired his knowledge from the streets
Makaveli, 2Pac Shakur
Was the rose that grew from concrete
America's most complete artist, regardless
One
feeling like a muthafuckin'
Boss bangin' 2Pac
High as a muthafuckin' Queensbridge rooftop
Blowing on this purple haze
Feelin' invincible
Sellin' dope, never
blessings
2pac said is there a ghetto in heaven, 'cause nowadays kids is getting fucked by their reverend
So many people, you gotta make exceptions 'cause
niggas gettin' rolled up
You think not gettin' dropped
We can handle this
'Cause 2Pac brain locked on a cannabis
Days are dangerous, shoot 'em
But you
city sweltering hot
Staggerin' drunker than those cops that 2pac shot
I was a crook by the train with that iron thing, concealed
Reachin', soon as I
the credit went to Elvis
Know you never knew that, know you think I'm too black
I just think I'm too real, I grew up on 2Pac
You grew up thinkin' that
just a nut
No homo, I can do that with my hand, bitch
What? Bitch I think I'm 2Pac
Bitch I think I'm 2Pac
Niggas talk that shit 'til they
Get their ass
fear, sittin around watchin muthafuckas die
The faces of death
Who coulda predicted 2pac would be next?
Read ghetto text: if you live by the sword
Game- Im feeling like a muthafuckin boss bangin 2pac
high as a muthafuckin queens bitch rooftop
blowing on this purple haze feeling invincible
sellin
him
Youngin' told me he thuggin' I played some 2Pac for him
Then I gave him some work and got a new block for him
Then they hate when you get it so say
Me and 2Pac were soldiers
Of the same struggle
You lames could huddle, your team's shook
Y'all feel the wrath of a killer
'cause this is my football
Demon Loc
Damn too many of my homies got smoked
Before I lost 2Pac I lost my Grand Pa
Tha Raw dogg, I called him pa pa, aah naw
Not Reverend Harris
And please get on a diet
Shoebox came with the doowop
One billion and two cops can't find 2Pac
Two shots, that's two grazed in two days
What goes up must come
living my life
Tryna get my money right
Only the real by my side
My baby like China she fine
2pac all eyes on me, they loving the way that I shine
I don't
to mother-in-law
Got the universe movin' in the form of the sea-saw
You killed 2Pac and Biggie, you know they was rollin' wit me
You paid for your stupidity
You
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