Lyrics:
the rest of me
And still, the best of us build, and reach monetary gains
Some of us kill, but still, most of us can change
If we search deeper, god bless
of smoke while you gasping, uh
Pocket full of stones, talking moonrock
'Cause that molly make these broads think they 2Pac
The molly make these niggas
Georgetown's phat
With the bulldog, ooh wee
Why's he wanna do me?
Rich could give a fuck about
A tramp and a hoochie
I hang with niggas from the block like 2Pac
they too busy with 2Pac and Biggie though
You niggas don't feel me though
That was on Suge's watch, I'll take Suge's watch
You dissin' Drizzy, that's
How can Lynch be wrong?
How can 2Pac be wrong? Bitch!
Come gangsta
Throw your rags in the air
And know that nobody there
Will compare to your
It's a hell of a start, it could be made into a monster
If we all pull together as a team
And did we tell you the name of the game, boy?
We call it
Then we'll let it rain, we'll not feel it
Then we'll let it rain, rain pell mell
And we'll not complain if it never stops at all
We'll live and love
every day
Oh, we can't just sit by and watch love walk away
If we don't try to save the love we got
Once we lose it, girl, we're gonna lose a lot
Oh, we
congratulations 'cause you built somethin'
You takin' a lot of boxin' lessons, but you still pussy
I see right through you niggas just like 2Pac hologram
Ain't
call 1-900-2-Compton
(well all right)
1-900-2-Compton, that's 1-900-2-Compton
This show was sponsored by the
Niggas that don't give a fuck phone line!
chi-chang (Huh)
Yellow in my diamonds, lemon ring
I’m feeling like 2Pac in this rap game
(Shakur)
Giuseppe steppers never looked better
Bring the chinchilla
and Chainz go way back
We don't talk shit, we just say facts
Yes, Lord
I say fuck you, 'less I'm wit' ya
If I take you out of the picture
I know real
me to give a nigger-y twenty-one gun salute
That's seven shots for 2pac
Seven for Biggie Smalls
Seven for Freaky Tah up in your neighborhood malls
gonna go Spring Breakers
(Every time, I-)
Every time, I make it so outrageous
Always gonna lose to people playin' safer
Four, three, two, one, see you
all ages
Ha-Hallelujah I'm the Hollygrove 2Pac
Roc-a-fella new rock hundred K in a shoebox
AK and a new Glock, a-what-baba-lou-bop
Pray the vest you
and she swallow semen
I'm probably the realest breathin' under 25
I'm the finest, 2Pac Shakur if he didn't die
From the side where hammers is hereditary
the pool
Twisting by the pool
Yeah, twisting, twisting by the pool
And we can still get information
Reading all about inflation
And you're never gonna
Fuck that shit, 'cause I ain't the one
For a punk motherfucker with a badge and a gun
To be beatin' on, and thrown in jail
We can go toe to toe in
Man, last time 2Pac came to me in a dream
I was living in Wichita, Kansas
Once I moved to LA
I think there was so many things
Being thrown at me
to change
And I pray, I pray that someday we will
But you should know you're not alone
But still we gon' fight
Yeah, yeah
I remember 2Pac said it
got me? Fuck no
Little Pac gets schizophrenic, and manage to damage all y'all
I'll talk about 'em, and you don't really want it
'Cause they're
hair!
Hey just step the fuck back and shut up!
Get your motherfuckin' hands off of me!
Calm down, calm down now
Listen, we're gonna go around this corner
big on 2Pac shit, like Notorious
Golden state of mind, this ain't no crime, we just Warriors
And ever since I recognized what I was doing here
I've
2Pac's day
Me and Church the new version
Of 2Pac and Dre then
And I don't chase fame I
Let the fame chase me
And I ain't gonna change or
Let the change
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