Lyrics:
My shit rock like 2Pac or Os on a ghetto stove
My flows will leave 'em weak, you see the rose petals blow
Gun smoke settles slow when I blow the cold
Glocks and bombers, box full of rock launchers
Optic lasers, 2Pac tapes and box cutters
I ain't playing with none of you cocksuckers
Make whores stop in
hoes like these new thots
A few not usual
Been groupies for thirty years
Been to 2Pac funeral told my daughter
"Can't nobody tell you you not beautiful"
bullshit they step in because the shoe fit
They argue bout what the truth is and really i could give 2 shits
So im feeling like 2pac nigga dont think you 2
this work all by tomorrow
(By tomorrow)
Somebody lied (somebody lied) Im not a start
(Im not a star)
I wrap my turban on my head 2Pac Shakur
(2Pac
wanna dance
Now what that be for you off that reefer
You act like 2pac yo ass gon get shot
Talkin loud actin like that's gangsta shit well check this
dog
Chewin rappers like they kibble bits
Where u fall, imma keep on pushin work ethic
Yea This ain't no sprint
From Pun to Big, n 2Pac to Nip
Life goes
sloppy
He told me if I don't stop he'll have no other option
He gon have to 2pac me with the real optopsy
Im like okie dokie
Feeling like Obie Canobie
With
think I could fucking run like you huh
See I'm just tryna find a way to your chest
Bumping 2Pac and Biggie while my mind on the breasts
So much shit up
like i'm 2Pac
Niggas is stuck on old money so i'm bringing the new guap
Everytime I walk up in this bitch they be like "You Hot!"
Niggas getting too hot
rich
You broke ima have the last laugh
R.I.P to juice x peep big 2pac
Don't wanna die eighteen
And they say we ain't hip-hop
Raised by Big Pop and 2Pac
Get your shit rocked
Smoke you like my pipe do
Ignite the flame (Lighter Sound)
If greatness was
Playing 2pac in the front yard and shit
Get high niggas start spitting bars and shit
Aye See bro Love Cass & he loved Luda
Reciting Wayne verses
This was
"god damn" like I was Roxane
All eyes on me just like 2Pac song
Can't silence me but I'm still 'bouta pop off
I'm a big man, I got six hands; hold more
yo jewels oh you think smooth
two gloccs move you shot
Nose pierced this ain't 2pac
G nigga yea you not
Slum city it's a hard knocc
Slum city it's
"Why"?
Is it that nobody calls?
I want to be like Big Pun
So you can call me Big Papa
Walking with 2Pac
Motherfuckers why que pasa
I feel like
Z now
I gotta go hard I can't be lazy now
Damn, I wish uncle was here
we used to play 2Pac on shuffle
Now you in the Atmosphere
Chawabeats can you
lazy now
Damn, I wish uncle was here
We used to play 2Pac on shuffle
Now you in the Atmosphere
Chawabeats can
You do me a favour?
Play this song again
Kredulous riding shotgun next to me
He got the good drink
We on a full tank
Fuck wit ya boy Kutty Cal
Get on your hood thang
Bumpin 2Pac gripping on the wood
goin keep the bar high don't like no one touching it
Ayo I dance around for deal with devil
Murder instrumental like 2pac
I'm a freaking rebel
Hustle
falling (We good, we good, falling)
We divided (Why you say that? nah this just how I look, divided, I'm good, I'm good)
Falling
As the late 2Pac would put
Clocking a small knot
Sipping on this 40
Listening to BIG and 2pac
Cocky the dreadheaded 2Pac
endowed
I let it get around and then I get around
A 2Pac of condoms, lay the Biggie down
And then it's back to chasin' green faces
Don't talk to me
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