Lyrics:
of there
Same place you put your hat
My niggas throwing hollows there
I'm loading up the oo-wop listening to 2Pac
I'm a dope boy so the money in the shoe
everywhere 'fore
A nigga stop and I still'll be crawlin'
Fightin' to get up
By the sweat of my brow, I came too far
Dirty niggas wanted 2Pac me in the car
Pick
cause my nuts is bigger
Strapped with a tec 9 a mac 10 and 2 glocks
Dumpin' niggas in ditches cause I'm a thug like 2Pac
I'm kickin' it in Cali but
the whole A
I'm in love with too much money
To find me a soul mate
I feel like I'm 2Pac cause my
Set be on the way
I throw up them W's no W that's where we
(Two divided by zero, zero)
(Two divided by zero, zero, zero)
Let's not go home, we'll catch the late train
I've got enough money to pay all
Two by two by two
Everybody is two by two by two
Everybody is him and her
Everybody is he and she
Everybody is on and on
Two by two and cookie
Yeah, fool spice 1, LP, 2Pac
Doin' it like that
Takin' it one day at a time
Stayin' Headstrong, you know
Life is way too hard let them know 'Pac
que 2PAC [en cainri]
N**** ton équipe la street c'est la street, je vais péter le milli
Le rap c'est comme de la trap je vais peut être partir
the remission for all of our sins
When I was a young one the preacher put oil on my sixth chakra (sixth chakra)
He knew when I was older I'd wanna follow 2Pac
shots got the game hot
They even flipped on 2PAC
Snoop Doggy Dogg put the West Coast in gear
Dr Dre, NWA, Eazy E's in here
I want to tell
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,
2Pac to send his blessings
Please Jesus Christ answer questions
Too many people out here are tired of guessin’
Too many people out here are tired
so you put me on Big and 2Pac
'Fore we came a long way, L.A. With B and Jay
Or flyin' to Coachella playing Spades on PJ's
Gimme three days, my
the events, 2pac
Now he’s notorious, you all know that Biggie had entendres
His lyrics were B.I.G., Los Angeles, California
March 9th, 1997, Wilshire, Boulevard
I better see five stars next to my picture
If not, 2Pac will cock the Glock and come knockin' to getcha
I told you once, motherfucker, I'm a nut
[Featuring 2Pac]
2Pac:
Nigga, we doin' this shit from Cleveland to L.A., nigga, whatever you
niggas want. We bringin' it! Thug luv, nigga.
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
school bag (School bag)
So no dey shako for me like 2pac (2pac)
You know say you no be 2pac
So I just dey on my Vibe, you know
Coming up alone true love is
smoke bitches say i'm too high
Living the life of Biggie and 2Pac
Nigga you know who shot
The day Jay Z go broke nigga when Snupe stop
That will be never
Latifah, the Queen of the flavor
And nothing weaker behind is watching, kick her
The Digital Under-the-Underground, rocks with Shock and 2PAC
With Money
and Wesson in this mothafucka
Right now Greg Nice in this mothafucka
Right now LS in this mothafucka
Right now Baby Jesus And The All Star's
Right now 2Pac
the pen like my cousin Bud
Lunatic Insane, and my partner T-Love
Big Tom, Ray Ray, Killa Cuddy, Mac Dre
Cleek, Jamal, Jinx and Bluebonic, man
[ 2Pac ]
Now
Ridin' round thru the city
Puffin on something sticky
Debating 2Pac or Biggie
Questioning who is with me
El kreepy got me real iffy
Then reality hit
(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
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