Lyrics:
Nosferatu Vampear bit my shit
Cause you niggaz fill me surprised that I got you right here with my shit
So you gotta be thankfull to who?
By the way homie
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
drugs?
Lord knows I deserve to die on an acid high and I'm double cupped
Cold line, hundred blunts
Seen a few bitches I'd love to fuck
2Pac in 96
how you act when you pull back all them curtains?
Do he think I'm 2Pac 'cause I'm black and put them works in?
Does he know his daughter might have
golly
And my bricks so young, my birds gon' need ID
I feel like 2Pac when he made All Eyez On Me
Bitch you misdemeanor I'm raisin hell like felonies
Smoke some'n
They tryna find 2Pac
Don't let 'em find 2Pac
He evade the press
He escape the stress
La, da, da, da, da
La, da, da, da, da
La, da, da,
in it, blueberry chocolate tah
*** chronic make me see ***, like 2Pac alive
Bandanna knotted in the front like 2Pac alive
Walkin' out the courthouse,
the booth
Dawg, I'm the truth like Biggie rockin' with 2Pac in the suit
Talking to Proof dropping a deuce
Fill up a syllable clip like a refillable script
the Gemini that I am
And there are so many examples
Throughout our history: Miles Davis, Biggie
Smalls, Lauryn Hill, Prince, 2Pac the
Gemini that I am
It is my
'em
Tryna hack the data base i'm in a lab
I got Metro, I got 808
2Pac alive I'm the living proof
All eyes on me you know I got the juice
Where I'm from
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
like a hoop star
Black marble, white walls in my new spot
Four chains, big studs, a nigga too fly
Top down, tank top, I think I'm 2Pac
So I'm labeled
Let me hear y'all flirt
Go on and on
Felt don't stop
Diggin' up the dirt
Peace to anybody who's got a 2Pac shirt
Go on and on
like diabetes
Can't turn hard again you let em live a day
In these fazos you see how hard it get
I been rapping so hard i been feeling
Like I'm 2pac
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
still dissin', wonderin' why I ain't sayin' it
I can smell the setup, that's that 2Pac in Vegas hit
I revealed myself and some don't know what to make
of
The snow I’m finding out like two prongs
Listening to 2pac too long
But you don’t have that last at
You don’t have to rhyme like
That to be acting
Even
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
From this block to your block
You can tell the kids nod
One Nation, fuck around and
Get shot, you know, one Nation
Eastside, Westside, ha ha ha ha,
like sex, like my booze
2pac tears, drinkin' Henny
Enemies tryna end me
Oh but not tonight, living my life in the fast lane
Racks on deck, we got
pagers
And 2Pac did before the plagerist came
Sword swing around, we not horsing
I'ma do mine, you do your thing
Hieroglyphics is monolithic
Chronicle
you go inside just to realize
Either you're weak or someone lied
See, you spend more time boasting about
What you do than you do
So by the time your
business boomin boombox
Bases loaded you know that I strike hit em up 2Pac
Out the park the rooftop
Out the park like Aaron Judge
Strike em out like Gerrit
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
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