Lyrics:
(whoa)
I guess I'm just here for your amusement (yeah)
You've seen it all before, guys know how the story goes
It's like 2Pac never died, sit back,
corner riding with him ha Ha
All they see is black venom
Then my silhouette
Just watch the fear reappear in they
Eyes when I hit the set
Oh no, 2Pac wit'
everything in the
Someone help me please universe within the light
Someone help me! Understanding
They already did 2Pac My children, all six
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
everything in the
Someone help me please universe within the light
Someone help me! Understanding
They already did 2Pac My children, all six
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
FOREPLAY 2pac Skakur
CARESS a military mind nigga
A military mind mean money
A criminal grind nigga
A criminal grind mean hustle
You know
We
Vamoose like 2pac
Suicidal tendencies, down to white Hennessy
Look in the book, I'm the definition of menace b
Chokin' niggas out for no reason, it's
shit hook up
Though how that shit hook up?
Can I get some?
I love that ghetto shit (That ghetto shit)
I love that 2Pac shit (2Pac shit)
I'm that nigga
2Pac rest in peace man
We got this man, 2004 shit man
This shit from the heart ya'll
Huh, I wish the best for my enemies
Brrrraaaaa-a ahhh
ain't come over here to get
Strokin' and all that bullshit
You came over her to get fucked
I fuck you thug style, baby
You leave my house sayin'
2Pac game
2pac
My life real you can't ad lib it
Now this street shit is marketable
Even the fags feel it
As far as real
I'm the last nigga
They'll probably kill me
me daddy
Slide in that pussy like DM's
Pussy so good, get goosbumps
I love when she lick around the rims
Give her death row dick, no 2pac
She
my adversaries they don't understand what we go through
To become a man, we sheddin tattoed tears
Chorus: 2Pac + Young Noble
I said many times
me to give a nigger-y twenty-one gun salute
That's seven shots for 2pac
Seven for Biggie Smalls
Seven for Freaky Tah up in your neighborhood malls
way.....this thing called life, it’s all day......I wonder what would 2pac say…….huh uh hu
Chorus:
2Pac excerpt…
Neak Verse 2:
Police beat us, court proceed
I'm fucked like a 100
Go 2Pac get shot like what the fuck
Boy in drunk
Fuck rehabilitation
I'm fucked like a 100
Go 2Pac get shot like what the fuck
know that we on some O-Dog and DoughBoy shit nigga, we'll get Them Nigga's
Hit'em up, Hit'em up
Just like 2Pac
Get'em up, Get'em up
Many Men they'll get
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
the pen like my cousin Bud
Lunatic Insane, and my partner T-Love
Big Tom, Ray Ray, Killa Cuddy, Mac Dre
Cleek, Jamal, Jinx and Bluebonic, man
[ 2Pac ]
Now
Imma leave the town
They don't fuck with mine
Gang I got
That's all I need
Pour out a little liquor for the RIPs
Feel like 2Pac
All Eyez On Me
All Eyez
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
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
everything in the
Someone help me please universe within the light
Someone help me! Understanding
They already did 2Pac My children, all six
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