Lyrics:
Swang affiliate, X.O. sip, a gold getter
With the rest to gather, my cold killer
It's "Me Against the World" like 2Pac
And like Biggie, I'm "Ready
and the President is in too
I hear Tu-Pac sayin', "Watch em they'll kill you"
Sippin' Thug Passion, scrub actin like he feel you
Steady plottin', ready or not;
On yo' block you prolly bred a Fat Pat or 2Pac
Or Big Pun, or B.I., ya homeboys from knee, high
And even when it was storming outside, that nigga'd be by
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
I sense someone's tapping into my phones why do
I got this feeling in my bones I might die soon
The F.B.I might be tryin' to pull my file soon
I
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 ???
Its not
ay ay ay ay
turn the lights down a little bit
turn my mic up a lil bit
yall ready yall ready
here i stand a grown ass man
all by myself
I'm a Bad boy wid it like Shyne with a Y
But I'd rather listen to 2pac
Cause that's my guy
Loyalty makes us trust
But you see the pain when you look
won't be alone
(Divided by, divided by) Let's run away
(Two divided by zero, zero)
(Two divided by zero, zero, zero)
(D, d, d, d, d, divided by
be so neat
Dance (dance) to the Euro beat
Yeah, (yeah) gonna be so cool
Twisting by the (twisting by the)
Twisting by the (twisting by the)
By
planted by the water
I shall not be moved
[Chorus: x2]
I shall not be, I shall not be moved
I shall not be, I shall not be moved
Just like a tree
Why is ratting at an all time high?
Why are you even alive?
Why they kill 2pac n' Chris?
Why, at the bar, you ain't take straight shots instead
Acquired his knowledge from the streets
Makaveli, 2Pac Shakur
Was the rose that grew from concrete
America's most complete artist, regardless
One
(Street Science, you're on the air)
(What do you feel when you hear a record like Tupac's new one?)
(I love Tupac's new record)
(Right, but don't
be so neat
Dance (dance) to the Euro beat
Yeah, (yeah) gonna be so cool
Twisting by the (twisting by the)
Twisting by the (twisting by the)
By
still dissin', wonderin' why I ain't sayin' it
I can smell the setup, that's that 2Pac in Vegas hit
I revealed myself and some don't know what to make
Mister, that Mister, Bobby Bands
Mr. Long, Mr. Get-Her-Wrong, Mr. Sing-A-Song
Hit the bong, Mr. Cheech and Chong, Mr. In-My-Zone
Mr. 2Pac Herringbone,
Considered to be the realist
Of all the other dealers
He's a cocaine cowboy
See they causin' a lot of havic
In movin a lot of traffic
From the white
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
Why is ratting at an all time high?
Why are you even alive?
Why they kill 2pac n' Chris?
Why, at the bar, you ain't take straight shots instead
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
know what i know do your dirt by yourself
Let god be the witness
Well known in them trenches
Residue on them benches
When they talkin bout da realist
Bet
a 2Pac moment (2Pac)
Fresh hold nigga with the Guwop stomach
(Guwop)
Spin through your block with the uwop bustin'
(Blaow) ran through the east, like
Who
turn burnin' paths, starin' through my rear view
It's a war goin' on, and the President is in too
I hear Tu-Pac sayin', "Watch 'em they'll kill you"
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