Lyrics:
featuring Spice 2Pac Ice T and MC Eiht
[Havoc ]
Yo Russell Simmons
This is your commander in chief of your West Coast operations
I've seen money
But baby, I got to gets mo'
You scream and go
2Pac
And I ain't stoppin'
'Til I'm well paid
Bails paid
Now nigga, look what hell
I've seen money
But baby, I got to gets mo'
You scream and go
2Pac
And I ain't stoppin'
'Til I'm well paid
Bails paid
Now nigga, look what hell
"At twelve twenty-five A.M., Wednesday
2Pac was on his way into a Times Square building
To record at an the eighth floor studio with another rapper
Godde
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The cops in The background while 2Pac speaks:
Cop:
A Srg a we've got a 2Pac
to dumpin' on they ass, like the last outlaws
Rich, 2Pac and the Click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips
With enough shit to raise your block in one dip
We
to dumpin' on they ass, like the last outlaws
Rich, 2Pac and the Click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips
With enough shit to raise your block in one dip
We
Two private Jets what this nigga's worth
Atlanta, Miami, Rosé
We like 2Pac infante
They sent my nigga on house arrest
I'm coming through nigga
the dark
No matter what, it still can't ease my broken heart
First 2Pac died, then Biggie died and it greatly impacted me
Then history repeated itself,
know when your moms ain't safe to walk through the streets
My nigga plays 4 keeps
And thats on the beach
2pac rest in peace
Snoop: and thats a cold fact
could chase a mill
Or just lay low dam
When you do it big
They gon 2pac hate
When you tell the truth
They gon 2pac hate
Money ain't the issue
You is you
after time
Got my checks now watch me take off
What's up now
(Keep it going Flip you coming off)
All my life I been surrounded by danger
Sneaky bitches
This stupid nigga got rhymes like
You told Passwurdz that 2Pac was only
Known for being well paid
But the only thing that he
Was really known for
Was for
the whole A
I'm in love with too much money
To find me a soul mate
I feel like I'm 2Pac cause my
Set be on the way
I throw up them W's no W that's where we
This ya boy Lyfe Jennings, or rather yo, ya ya ya boy 2Pac
Check it out
Some say the darker the berry, the sweeter the juice
I say the darker
my nigga seeing 6 figures
Black bottles popping when I'm on the turf
Two private Jets what this nigga's worth
Atlanta, Miami, Rosé
We like 2Pac
on girlfriend, I'm just messing wit' ya
You know I never play you
Out like a velcro mustache
Especially when you're giving up 'nough ass
And it don't stop on 2Pac
mourn falling stars
They still living all hard (We still here)
Now of course this was
Inspired by 2Pac Shakur
Eazy-E, still here (still here)
My man
and Wesson in this mothafucka
Right now Greg Nice in this mothafucka
Right now LS in this mothafucka
Right now Baby Jesus And The All Star's
Right now 2Pac
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
cause my nuts is bigger
Strapped with a tec 9 a mac 10 and 2 glocks
Dumpin' niggas in ditches cause I'm a thug like 2Pac
I'm kickin' it in Cali but
K5, LAX, I flew by niggas
To live and die in LA, I feel like 2Pac
Nigga look, I said I flew by niggas
Westside when we ride, I feel like 2Pac
Nigga
I've been thinkin'
Now I'm ridin' through traffic with 2Pac blastin'
With a bitch that's irritatin' from all these questions she askin'
Like what
of smoke while you gasping, uh
Pocket full of stones, talking moonrock
'Cause that molly make these broads think they 2Pac
The molly make these niggas
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