Lyrics:
hands now"
"Clap your hands now"
Brothers know the flavs when the Quest gets loose
Slamming sucker fuckers like the wrestler Zeus
Crazier than 2Pac
[Raekwon the Chef]
So yo yo all I want to do is just tell them cats
On the real, keep your game high man, keep it up
Word up, never stop
[Raekwon the Chef]
So yo yo all I want to do is just tell them cats
On the real, keep your game high man, keep it up
Word up, never stop
dance, dance
Dance, dance, dance, dance
Uh, I feel wonderful, how about yourself?
You rolling with the real niggas you know we got it
As the world
red dot
Compact Nina and it got that green dot
Mini stick in the kitchen by that crack pot
Trapping on Westwood, I feel like I'm 2Pac
Powered up
a ratchet, what's good?
It happens in Compton, happens in Queens, happened to Big L
Happened to Chinx and 2Pac in that passenger's seat
Sometimes it's
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
thinking
I want you to be happier, I want you to be happier
But it ain't easy being happy
Sometimes life can be cruel and mean
And the struggle is real,
but a buckshot, chck-pow!
Motherfuck your life, pussy blood clot
Ain't never been no rapper this cold since 2Pac was froze
And thawed out for spot
on Channel 7 he do beats for 2Pac
Now coming out the spring from Heaven
Ya know my piece is, hotter than grease is
With no wrong way to eat
Ya face like
make it moonwalk
White glove money stuffed in my tube socks
Top down thug life, 2Pac
I'mma boss, I can get ya whole crew chopped
Teflon Don
and he let the Carter V come out (Thank you!)
Juelz is at the airport, forgot that he had a gun (How?)
Drake ain't want nobody to know that he had a son
falling (We good, we good, falling)
We divided (Why you say that? nah this just how I look, divided, I'm good, I'm good)
Falling
As the late 2Pac would put
I've been thinkin'
Now I'm ridin' through traffic with 2Pac blastin'
With a bitch that's irritatin' from all these questions she askin'
Like what
be hitting switches
Calling 2Pac daddy
It ain't my fault that she's sprung on me
And ain't it fun I make her cum
Put her tongue on me
That's
we had 2Pac
An old boom box, chilling in our tube socks
And plus Dre taught us how to roll a 64
And Snoop Dogg taught us how
To roll a sticky dro
So if
you know my story right?)
Yeah, baby (show those crabs how to rhyme)
RZA, Chef, the Ghost and Nas, nigga is the prophet
It's only like five percent
you know my story right?)
Yeah, baby (show those crabs how to rhyme)
RZA, Chef, the Ghost and Nas, nigga is the prophet
It's only like five percent
they see me as 2Pac the don
And this bitch with 2 Glocks, I'm wrong
The homie still gon' roll and standin' with your biggest G
You still gon' fold, I
Officially the hottest nigga rappin' since 2Pac
'Fore you rap 'bout me, best ask 'bout me
I'm out my fuckin' mind, need counselin'
Please don't doubt me,
on the scene do nothing
We do damage and make it mean something
If you feel this shit
Put a smile on your face
Put your ass on the floor
And burn down this
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
a homicide
Mommy look look
Take off in a spaceship
Fly you out to Cuba
Only wanna go cause I wanna meet 2Pac
She wanna go tubing ex nigga a loser
I seen it in
is that?
And that's one war you'll never win
The power in the word "nigga" is a different sin
We shouldn't say it but we do, and that just what it
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