Lyrics:
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
c'mon)
We got a booth at this McDonalds at a pit stop
He told me he started a 2Pac Party (Is 2Pac allowed?)
Beauty Dior, Kendra, Jade, and some other
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:
the corner all eyes on me
Like I'm 2Pac niggas envy wanna shakur me
Haters, why get mad? I get paper
All black Camaro lookin like Darth Vader
Diamonds in ma
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
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
can play a new part:
Develop new DVDs, new books, new art
Open new food marts with hip-hop
Food charts and food carts
Playing 2Pac while you shop (Do
On yo' 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
14 years old workin' the Duwop
All eyes on me, nigga, thought I was 2Pac
Fucked the wrong young nigga' girl, I need two Glocks
Tryna' ride drop-top
leave a nigga close casket
Get his mouth open
Still sipping syrup not a pancake in me
Go roll it 2Pac i live with it
You ain't gotta feel me
But you still
with the Gucci now
Got a check then I flew my granny out
Shawty eatin' good, yeah she thick as fuck
I feel like 2Pac when he hit 'em up
Diamonds
some pull off some horrible deeds
Rumors turnin' into a monster, lies always mislead
By the time you hear what somebody said
It's stretched out, they
In today's music news: the ever-controversial 2Pac Shakur
Has just released another album under the alias "Makaveli"
Music insiders are running
what he sold, I'm the truth, homes (that's right)
Kitchen fumed up, niggas jammin' 2Pac (chyeah)
Get my Benihanas on, workin' two pots (damn)
Baby
talkin' 'bout we gotta move
Eviction notices, I got 'em too
Movin' dolo, this was not a group
Knockin' 2Pac and a lot of Snoop
Got the hang of this shit
to get the fuck up off, yeah
I’m on the loose like 2Pac from Juice
God bless the dead
But I'm already dead from trauma to the head
I'mma verbal
passion
It'll blow your mind hey throw up your legs
Wrap your shit around my back
It's a west side bang fucking
Hoes around the map
? get down with 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
Messiah, Mercury
Pinkhouse, 2Pac, Tu Tu, 2Pac
Tutu-2Pac, Tu Tu, 2Pac, Scott LaRock
And Trouble T-Roy, Biggie
Bi-Bi-Biggie, Biggie, biggie
Mastadon,
2Pac on stage
But, fuck a dream if it's not gon' pay
You feel me?
White socks, hat with my Glock on waist
Couldn't tell me I was not O'Shea
Posted
my vision
Right on time with mine thanks to them old Doc prescriptions
West side flourishin' again, this what 2Pac envisioned
Obama freein' lifers
everything in the
Someone help me please universe within the light
Someone help me! Understanding
They already did 2Pac My children, all six
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
stick-ups
I better see five stars next to my picture
If not, 2Pac will cop the Glock and
Come knockin' to getcha
I told you once, motherfucker, I'm a nut
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