Lyrics:
It's the same kind of story
That seems to come down from long ago
Two friends having coffee together
When something flies by their window
It
Pop Pop
A-Yo, where Tupac? Pac Pac Pac
A-Yo, where Tupac? Pac
Where Where Tupac? Pac
Where Where Tupac?? pac
Where Where Tupac???
Where 2pac
you for being a friend
Dogs for life, and you rode to the end
Held dog down, didn't let a day go by
Every time dog came the the Chi' (what)
I was
ol' boy just don't fit
Well I can jump in a rosebush and come out smelling like sh
Those misters dressed in blue never done so right by me
Some
again
Back when 2pac was just the guy from Juice
To check out a new track you had to buy or boost
The album or dub it off your mates
blank cassette
Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture
With these lyrics that I'm kicking
I'm a west coast chemist
I'm a B-L- double O
D shit you niggas know me
ask about me, see if you ain't heard
When the gun is tucked, untucked, nigga you dies
Like nunchucks held by the Jet L-I
I'm the one, thus meaning
When the lights shut off
And it's my turn to settle down
My main concern
Promise that you will sing about me
Promise that you will sing about me
off
By the realest MC, and that's me
Joe Crack the Don, I came from the streets
Knee deep in the game, other half in the streets
I got that permit
misery times two
[Chorus]
Double trouble--that's what my friends all call me
(Double trouble)
I said, double trouble
T-R-O-U-B-L-E
Well I
ask about me, see if you ain't heard
When the gun is tucked, untucked, nigga you dies
Like nunchucks held by the Jet L-I
I'm the one, thus meaning
L'eau
Terre
Feu
Air
Cœur de l'eau
Cœur de terre
Il se tait dans notre papier cadeau
I crack the ball and remember
Vous n'avez jamais eu la
recognize the bathroom
All hell starts to break loose in my texts
I only tell lies to who I gotta protect
I would rather have you remember me how we met
I
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo!
You little blood-clot
virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo!
You little blood-clot
anything
No, no, no not anything
And you
Yeah, I got a brand new benz
Crazy right, brand new benz
Got less miles on it than I do friends
Remember
in the house
With the bottle I was rockin’ the crowd
I was eight when I wrote
My first rap line down
Shit, I remember, I was right on the couch
Are you
virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo!
You little blood-clot
stick-ups
I better see five stars next to my picture
If not, 2Pac will cop the Glock and
Come knockin' to getcha
I told you once, motherfucker, I'm a nut
Play
together, baby
Then hit the register and make me feel better, baby
Your horoscope is a Gemini, two sides
So you better cop everything two times
Two
(Photoshoot)
You know, everybody's been tellin' me what they think about me for the last few months
It's too loud
Maybe it's time I tell 'em what
bitch
My crew run wild, snatch chains and bracelets
Your time's wasted for figurin P
Was two sides of me, snake niggas obviously
You get lumped
Now don't you remember sweet Betsy from Pike
Who crossed the big mountains with her lover Ike
Two yoke of oxen a big yeller dog
A tall Shanghai
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