Lyrics:
"What would 2Pac say 'bout 'New Black?'"
He'd be probably tripping on how these pigs gun us down and be like
"Fuck that shit" and shoot back
Nigga it's
on my hood block
Rockin 2pac wit some Henny in the icebox
Flexin in the VIP section sexin at her complexion
Guards got the Smith n Wesson you best not be
getting hit (Yuh, Yuh)
Nigga I'm too hot, riding round town listening to 2Pac
Nigga run up on me, let the 2 pop, OJ, O3, they got shot
I'm smoking on O3
cuz ain playin
Get this man cuz i aint
I get the drop from this bitch on the spot
I load up a glock and go pop
I shoot this bitch like im 2pac
Let
on a tombstone
It ain't no other option
If you down to ride then you shooting at the opps here
If you down to ride then you thugging on 2pac shit
Ain't no second
a smoothie
You the preachers daughter lil Bby you can't fool me
Yeah I got the juice like 2pac This a free throw give em 2shots
Different KiccBacc this
You would think this shit Fortnite, how he got double pumped
You would think my ass 2Pac the way I hit him up
All that talk got annoying
So I let
We 2pac wit it (what)
We too hot wit it (what)
Keep two glocks wit em (what)
shoot two cops wit em (what)
we on the block wit it
raw, nonstop wit it
nigga ever
Besides malcolm and martin
cnd 2pac and Biggie
My uncles and aunties
Countless others
I'm really their reflection
So I look at cops
to fire up the pot 2Pac I got the juice
Hundred and one dalmatians Guiseppes
A hundred a spot
Heat up the pot, feds creepin', sneakin'
And watchin' i'm
hungry, so I'mma take what you got
Throw up a dub, spit at the camera like 2Pac
My rap style is Sheek like two L.O.X
Word on a few blocks; my technique's
2Pac up in Quad
You got touched but no one was charged
Hustlers was shuffling the cards
Bust the gun down and flush the parts
Whatever don't fit just
talk? (Why talk?)
I was kickin' back, locked into KISS and that
Heard some kitty cat called
Me the British Pac
Well if it's that, I'ma bring Big L, 2Pac
turn that nigga to 2Pac (On God)
We pull up to your show
Got 'em strapped to the door so
It's gon' be a shootout (Bang)
Ain't worried 'bout a nigga
the trenches, tryn'a duck a sentence
Hope the rats don't tell
Like 2pac said, we need fkn changes
Man that's straight facts
We either elevate, or we'll never get
Man?") I just sit back and watch
Said they tryna summon Kurt Cobain and 2Pac
I ain't witht hat Satan shit
This is where it stops
Grab they keys, "Naseem
with the pokers
If we catch an opp, we gon' slump 'em
In my city, they treat me like 2Pac
By myself, bitch, I'm ridin' with two Glocks
They tell me
not a player, I just fuck a lot)
Und wenn du nichts zu tun hast, gehst du gut ab auf 2Pac
Bruder denn wir rulen den Club
Ek ist drauf auf dem
Got ducked out by ascad, I told all the cats come 22
Was the type of guy to watch nittys smoke in the room, I could hack the fumes
I'm a bando baby
its my turn to buss
And make weak muthafuckas turn to dust
And if you weak you die in the streets of Chi
Its deep drive by my bullets fly in the seat
Pop a few tags gimme dat on da wall
time to flip the work
make the block bump
Boys N da Hood
Call me Black by my trunk
Dope Boy magic
7 days a week
Y'all know what this is
D-Block
Oh yeah by the way
This is the remix
Who!
You can kiss your ass good-bye
D-Block D-Block D-Block D-Block
La
wall
time to flip the work
make the block bump
Boys N da Hood
Call me Black by my trunk
Dope Boy magic
7 days a week
number one record
long as Nitty
Say, this is the realist shit I ever wrote or I said
Wake up with it everyday and take it with me to bed
Hurting my heart and hanging over my head
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