Lyrics:
city sweltering hot
Staggering, drunker than those cops that 2Pac shot
I was a crook by the train with that iron thing, concealed
Reaching, soon as I
my vision
Right on time with mine thanks to them old Doc prescriptions
West side flourishin' again, this what 2Pac envisioned
Obama freein' lifers
I'm 2Pac (let's get it, yeah)
Shoutout to Rome I call him two Glocks
Don't mention names to get some cool points (pussy)
That's that shit that's gon'
here)
Ring a bell and make a nigga late
Like, what it do Bob?
This a warzone, send 'em to the gulag
They was talkin' shit, now they talk to 2Pac
Now
through traffic with 2Pac blastin'
With a bitch that's irritatin' from all these questions she askin'
Like what bitches I fucked, when, how and where
You
wrecked on a crew if they diss
Cause 2Pac and Foxxx'll die for this
I don't GO for it, never have and never will
I call shots for my crew
If you step you
it, street game Fugazi
I'm elevated to the top of this shit
Done fucked around and put me and 2Pac on the bitch
And you can tell 'em "Thug Life" was
the crack spot with a laptop
Bumpin' that Biggie Smalls and 2Pac
French braid and weed heads
Where'd all these niggas come from with these dreads?
was cool cause I was just there for the energy
Watchin' Bizarre pop pills while 2Pac in my Hennessy
First time in Detroit, had to rock the Grant Hills
was cool cause I was just there for the energy
Watchin' Bizarre pop pills while 2Pac in my Hennessy
First time in Detroit, had to rock the Grant Hills
I was just there for the energy
Watchin' Bizarre pop pills while 2Pac in my Hennessy
First time in Detroit, had to rock the Grant Hills
Cause I threw
block you prolly bred a Fat Pat or 2Pac
Or Big Pun, or B.I., ya homeboys from knee, high
And even when it was storming outside, that nigga'd be by
That's
bitch for the kill
She answer back, I'ma swarm it
Probably all be in Florida
I put your bitch in that cool water
Say I remind her of 2Pac
32 shots in my
niggas gettin' rolled up
You think not gettin' dropped
We can handle this
'Cause 2Pac brain locked on a cannabis
Days are dangerous, shoot 'em
But you
the credit went to Elvis
Know you never knew that, know you think I'm too black
I just think I'm too real, I grew up on 2Pac
You grew up thinkin' that
Why is ratting at an all time high?
Why are you even alive?
Why they kill 2pac n' Chris?
Why, at the bar, you ain't take straight shots instead
Why is ratting at an all time high?
Why are you even alive?
Why they kill 2pac n' Chris?
Why, at the bar, you ain't take straight shots instead
You ain't gotta ask if she digg me, of course she did I'm witty
I'm a product of my city, that 2Pac and that Biggie
My jewels pop with that pretty
Game- Im feeling like a muthafuckin boss bangin 2pac
high as a muthafuckin queens bitch rooftop
blowing on this purple haze feeling invincible
sellin
sweeper with a K
Nigga, this is 2Pac mixed with the old Guwop
15 years, 30 mil', nigga, who flopped?
One good song, but you ain't got a classic yet
a beach, so you rot in the wave
Man, I'm so glad that Guwop out
And rap fans still give a fuck what 2Pac 'bout
I'm right here, I don't give a fuck who hop
and young rich homie got
Money in the shoe box
Choppa red Dots on your your body
Like chicken pox screaming for my
Enemies feeling like 2Pac
Offset a classic
Demon Loc
Damn too many of my homies got smoked
Before I lost 2Pac I lost my Grand Pa
Tha Raw dogg, I called him pa pa, aah naw
Not Reverend Harris
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
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