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on a nigga
Let me in the door if you wanna go to war
I'll bust way more than a rhyme on a nigga
Bicycle trip we'll ride on a nigga 2Pac shit all eyez

from the back of my mind (mm-hmm)
Hit 'em up like Pac in his prime (mm-hmm)
I don't question what is fate and divine (mm-hmm)
I don't care what it

a star

Ain't no biggie bout no beef
We quick to turn him to a pac
Aye what's in yo wallet
Benjamin bussing out the slacks
Put it on her grill
Now he

arranging pawns 
Who's real, who's not
Lately I got, too crazy to box
Ooh baby, the look that they gave me, I'm hot
like Arabian sun rays, thinking I'm Pac

she not with crew
Yo Pussy is good but 
I need head to lo 
Suge with the print 
And PAC in the booth 
Water to Flint 
To forest n roots 
Burn

packs are alone
While 6 packs are glowing
Same thinking for the family of 4
Or 2pac's way with words
It's just the say of lord

I pray I get that luck

the tub, got me feeling like 'Pac
I'm a bastard, well I was 'til you opened up shop
& now it's all roses, hold me closely I done cut loose ties
This pimp has

But i took it off pac
B I G like im servin 3 blocks 
2 ig go click go block 
Dats da city on lock pats down 
Feelin great now feelin safe now 
Break

pac-man Taking shots feeling high flying around like bat-man things changed and it was becoming spring had my boys out with me on a bar crawl fling met this

aerosoft you was Wal-Mart pimpin'
You hear my verse now your pride is really feeling  bruised
Bitch I'm 2Pac with two glocks, who got juice

I got these

post up your bail
I sat the Backwoods down, had to roll a Bambu up
I call her Pac Man now ‘cause she ate the whole crew up
Shorty take a nigga down

the sky
Rise up high,ri-rise up high

I'm flying way up high can't catch me now
2pac chose me blessed with mic I visit your dreams dressed all in white
I

équipe, ma Néfertiti (ma queen, ma queen)
J'me sens comme Pac, le Tupac d'Haïti (Cité Soleil)

Jeune playeur près de l'argent si tu me cherches (si tu me

back

J'débarque sur la track
J'fais que des stacks
Call me 2pac
Ta bitch est wack

Hop dans la whip
Gros criss de trip
Mon gars je dip
Le fit est sick

Éteins les phares c'est lui le coupable
Approche-toi pour qu'on loupe pas
Et tout d'un coup là les coups partent (pah pah)
Tu rejoins 2Pac
Quand tu la

code to me
I told you B, I run the streets
I run the block
All eyes on me
I fuck with Pac
Kid Frankie on the beat and he stir the pot
Tears falling on my

Fuck with me after the glow up
Sorry homie you got no luck
Trappin' & sippin' on more wok
Boppin' to metal to 2pac
Took me to a trip
So I'm turning

m'donne souvent des bêtes de tuyaux pour ma marque
Soudainement, j'entends "pac-pac-pac"
Le coup par coup avant qu'une rafale parte
J'me lève en sursaut

Too High To Riot

Bas

Too High to Riot

2016

you? UPS nigga
I done flew up out the nest nigga
The world bigger than the block man thats why they killed Pac
Couldn't stop us, we still looking for

Look,
Let me tell you a little story bout a youngin named Rock
Used to carry the drawing pad and he looked up to Pac
He had dreams of being a great

an animal
2pac proud of me, because I keep it real on every verse I read
I can not do no more shows for the curtesy
UV I got you in Emergency
Don't you love

a hypocrisy
Even Pac could see
Free is a mockery
Cops gettin whips and new boxer briefs
City on Wic with no pot to pee
Coastin but coastin ain’t good enough

talking commercial but you can get shot
And I got the juice got me feeling like pac
Eat up the beat like a Twix
I need a toilet i think I'm the shit
Fly

thats how it is
So thats how it is
You been talking shit
I been making hits
MF all you do is talk shit
Not bout the walk shit
Bitch im going on my 2Pac