Lyrics:
off tizzop
Presidential Day-date, looking like two blocks
Chain on 2Pac when he was on Death Row
All black glizzock, that 40 say leggo
All my niggas
jack in my lab, don't wanna see 2Pac
Got two spots, a new lot, flooded with rocks
Shoot-outs makin' me hot, crooked cops Bad Tony and the ball drop
In
jack in my lab, don't wanna see 2Pac
Got two spots, a new lot, flooded with rocks
Shoot-outs makin' me hot, crooked cops Bad Tony and the ball drop
In
& Exile freestyle, need more that
Even way before that, that 2Pac Shakur tash
Alcoholic sugar free speak kind of sort of
Getting too cute, need to be
Drake can't rap thats a fact
Look at the crowd soon it will be jam packed yeah
I have lyricism like my name is 2pac yeah
So i dont think ill get any more
Nipsey and Bad Bunny
I think I'm the GOAT who gon' come and tell me otherwise
2Pac up in heaven at the very least I'm best alive
Weeding out the snakes so
doubt me
I'm gettin' flammy on this 2Pac jammy
Yo, sittin' and pissin' on a bitch ass panty
Yeah, like it's magic we comin'
On that ass massive
Better tap
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
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
the remission for all of our sins
When I was a young one the preacher put oil on my sixth chakra (sixth chakra)
He knew when I was older I'd wanna follow 2Pac
surgery (Serious)
Must be blind deaf dumb if you ain't heard of me
"Versace, Versace," I did that in the 90s
With 2Pac and $hort and the Click and K-Ci
and Wesson in this mothafucka
Right now Greg Nice in this mothafucka
Right now LS in this mothafucka
Right now Baby Jesus And The All Star's
Right now 2Pac
featuring Master P Silkk the Shocker
(Master P)
Like 2Pac said only God can judge me
But I think only black Jesus can help me
great, can't sleep without it Thug life
The ghetto The streets
cs Master P'
Yeah boy
I'm bout it
Bout it
cs 2pac gotta thug it
Thug life
I
Don't feel
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
and flossa
For 2Pac ya drought nigga who shot ya
Saw this beam light, scream like Chewbacca
We got twats on lock the tiny tots
My mom say stop or I'm gonna
Rowdy)
Wish Nipsey was alive and they killed 6ix9ine
Nip was like Malcolm X and 2Pac combined
He probably kickin' it with Martin Luther King up in
be hitting switches
Calling 2Pac daddy
It ain't my fault that she's sprung on me
And ain't it fun I make her cum
Put her tongue on me
That's
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
am here to collect
We the big boys and we here to come flex
You fit tap to connect
All eyes on me i dey feel like 2pac
Oga get money make you forget
SONG LYRICS
Thug Life! Comin’str8 out the West Coast,
Real Boy Killaz!
2Pac with the Assassin! And we ridin’for the West Side!
Bad Boy, Bad Boy
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'
similes
Serve like a waitress and you
Don't want seconds courtesy
Off K Dot, the son of 2Pac
Biggies nephew Big L said I was special
Now let's do, lunch
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