Lyrics:
a bitch
Call me Niggarace each finger, it glists
You try to 2Pac me, I hit you with this
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
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2Pac feat. Dr. Dre ???
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
Morris Chestnut was a actor
2Pac was the real life "Ricky!"
Then they shot down the nigga that shot him, I swear to God
If I'm lying then Compton is New
my vision
Right on time with mine thanks to them old Doc prescriptions
West side flourishin' again, this what 2Pac envisioned
Obama freein' lifers
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
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
gangsta)
Play or stay (gangsta)
Yeah, yeah (gangsta, gangsta)
Death Row
Yeah, yeah, my nigga 2Pac rest in peace
Dogg Pound
Dippin' real hard y'know
stomp the nigga two minutes long
Know I'm repping West side, putting you in the song, damn
2Pac got smoked by Baby Lane
And both of them niggas dead
the mating
I sense the need in her grandma
Her nose has never been skating
But she's sippin' star constellation
For real her squirt game was so like 2Pac
(dope)
Trappin' out of the gym, 2Pac is above of the rim (Devoe)
Watching me like I'm a film
They want the chips, the drip, the sauce, my hoe
I look
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
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
How can Lynch be wrong?
How can 2Pac be wrong? Bitch!
Come gangsta
Throw your rags in the air
And know that nobody there
Will compare to your
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
know that doo-doo
Ipod blastin', 2pac yeah hit em up
Chow down, spit em up
Black bag, get em up
Call the chef tonight, were having sinners for dinner
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
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 internal, happens
depart
Keys to over forty cars, left me with a broken heart
Still I gotta get around, favorite artist was 2Pac
Watch a movie, then we freak it
Tangled
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?
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
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
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
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