Lyrics:
And yet little by little bits
Creep on up, history,
Took the day at least a part of it
Jawbreaker
Jawbreaker
Jawbreaker
You're like a
Jawbreaker
Jawbreaker
but, two hours of pushin' broom
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means, king of the road
Trailers for sale or rent,
life a game like Xbox
But Xbox can't get pop like 2pac
By two Glocks when they drop see the white chalk
If you can talk it but can't walk it
Den you
m's
Know some shooters but they out here touching rims
Feel like 2pac I'm balling above the rim
You a rookie go play in another gym
Need a diamond I
Lyrics by Trina Basu and ckash Ramamurthy
Tamil translation by Shiv Subramaniam and Sruti Sarathy
Violin: Trina Basu
Carnatic Violin: crun Ramamurthy
out of your throne
My relative, the king of the scepter
I was drawn from your glories
And erased from your history.. the language of peace
I burned
They call me when it's time to do damage
When the quality ain't up to my standards
That McRib falls below average
Replaced by the Country Style
remain triumphant
I hit em up!
JK, shout out to 2Pac though
Crafted by the golden age, got that jukebox flow
The old heads who paved the way helped me
hop is dead, fuck it, let it rest
Reincarnated through me when she resurrect
Long hair, Blue jeans, live on U-Stream
High top boots like Pac in
lives are overshadowed by
Visions of our own hearse
Visions of our own funeral
Like a flock of doves dispersed
Like a ray of sunshine
Our gifts shine
to naiwnię
Pozostało być tylko pewnym to jedyne
Wyjście innego nie widzę
Wielka dwójka jak El Classico
All eyes on us, jak 2pac
O nas gadają my nie pozwolimy
it touches us with history
A land of wastes
A land without solutions
Weakened by the mad
Forced to eat illusions
Losing patience
Final bits of tasty
when
Shaq left the Lakers just to Heat it up
I state the stats to stunt
I don't need to front
Make Black history every day
I don't need a month
ain't no Mexican
I got nines in the bedroom, glocks in the kitchen
A shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while I'm shittin
Uhh, the lesson from
Sittin' down by the rhythm revue
Roll over Beethoven
We're rockin' in two by two
Well, if you feel it and like it
Well, get your lover and reel
I was twenty-four years old
When I met the woman I would call my own
Twenty-two grand kids now growing old
In that house that your brother bought
fucking insane
My jigga
We be balling
Am too fly, I cruise by
They recording
Feeling like 2pac in a Benz
So you can picture me rolling
All eyes on me
Keep
recaptured, and two of them were later executed for their crimes.
In 1946, six prisoners attempted to escape by digging a tunnel from the prison's laundry
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
All I can just to reassure
Seeing all these women at my stage door, screaming
'G' is the one that we're here for
I know if we go by my history, this
would not dance by
I begged on the stars
To throw me a beam or two
Wished on the stars
And asked for a dream or two
I looked for every loveliness
It
love reaction
And I do what I do what I do
And I do what I do what I do
See him there he's flying by
To his fortress in a land of ice
His Daddy told
Were he not walking on his hind legs and smoking cigars
Recite my lineage and genealogy
You've got to know your history, son of Virginia
Everybody's in
2pac when I scream eff the law
Now I'm getting more money more money more and more like
Remember days when I was broke, nah this shit it ain't a joke
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