Lyrics:
Jesus Christ, man
Alright, alright, here, fine
What's this shit? Two CDs?
That's what I've been tryin' to tell you, man, there's two albums
Just get
There's a land that is fairer than day
And by faith we can see it afar
For the Father waits over the way
To prepare us a dwelling place there
You can haunt any house by yourself
Be a man or a mouse by yourself
You can act like a king on a throne
There are lots of things that you can do
talkin' 'bout we gotta move
Eviction notices, I got 'em too
Movin' dolo, this was not a group
Knockin' 2Pac and a lot of Snoop
Got the hang of this shit
tube socks spraying from the rooftops
92' props
Banging for my blue tops
It's me and you Ock, Biggie verses 2Pac
And you forgot
I'm the one who let you
was a Laker
Break 'em down and shake 'em
Pass it off to 2Pac
And let him take a jump shot
Because he gon' give it all he got
Back in the old days,
up with Hip Hop Heads
Tu-Pac, Fugees, B I G
Man it was amazing
Then in the year 2k
We moved to a new zone cos of riots
Where I made new friends had
(what?)
Couple choppers, two Glocks, a 2Pac shirt, Dockers, and boxers dropped
Lookin' awkward as I walk into Oxford (stop, the fuck?)
So much
punch niggaz with glasses
Back in my third grade classes, squeezin' asses
My niggaz is never over, understand
I'm a 2Pac fan, this is the realest shit I
We tradin' war stories
War stories, nigga
What players do?
Thug Life, Outlaw Immortalz
Motherfuckin' 2Pac a.k.a. Makaveli
Can you feel me?
Just
a bitch
I'll dare ya ass to try to run that 2PAC shit
I goes high-ho silver like the fuckin' Moan Ranger
Playin' here's out my dick inside a total
Hey, baby, how about this dance?
Why? 'Cause it takes two to do this dance
Takes two to tango, two to tango
Two to really get the feeling
beside me, and 2Pac me
Holla if you hear me, tears flowing sincerely
Check up on my block weekly, my health yearly
Something's wrong with me, niggas
And along those lines run life and death
You know, so a few years went by, a couple
Albums, success, out of the
Blue sky Dre departs, he leaves us
Death
Two private Jets what this nigga's worth
Atlanta, Miami, Rosé
We like 2Pac infante
They sent my nigga on house arrest
I'm coming through nigga
to ban the sale of Miami rap group
The 2 Live Crew's double-platinum album, "Nasty As They Wanna Be," in Broward County
We think it's the banning
Uhh,
Hit them with a lil' ghetto gospel
Yeah! Ma Ghetto Gospel!
Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we livin
[verse one]
2-Pac
If I could recelect
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
[Verse 1]
My, first album had no famous guest appearances
The outcome: I'm crowned the best lyricist
Many years on this professional level
Why would
Hup two three four
Keep it up, two three four
Hup two three four
Keep it up, two three four
Company, sound off!
Oh, the aim of our patrol
Is
my vision
Right on time with mine thanks to them old Doc prescriptions
West side flourishin' again, this what 2Pac envisioned
Obama freein' lifers
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
passion
It'll blow your mind hey throw up your legs
Wrap your shit around my back
It's a west side bang fucking
Hoes around the map
? get down with 2Pac
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