Lyrics:
Yeah, fool spice 1, LP, 2Pac
Doin' it like that
Takin' it one day at a time
Stayin' Headstrong, you know
Life is way too hard let them know 'Pac:
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
(Yeah)
Niggas wanna hit me like I'm 2Pac (Yeah)
Bad bitch fuck me in my Gucci tube socks (Yeah)
'Member when I spent my re-up on a oowop, whoa
Your
Why is ratting at an all time high?
Why are you even alive?
Why they kill 2pac n' Chris?
Why, at the bar, you ain't take straight shots instead
Why is ratting at an all time high?
Why are you even alive?
Why they kill 2pac n' Chris?
Why, at the bar, you ain't take straight shots instead
or 2Pac
But be yourself and maybe you'll be too hot
But don't think you the shit
Because I'll be around to scoop
You up real quick
I'll put you in my
was Diddy
When it came to the music then she got real picky
From New York, but preferred 2Pac over Biggie
No disrespect to Ms. Wallace, but she liked
You ain't gotta ask if she digg me, of course she did I'm witty
I'm a product of my city, that 2Pac and that Biggie
My jewels pop with that pretty
a 2Pac moment (2Pac)
Fresh hold nigga with the Guwop stomach
(Guwop)
Spin through your block with the uwop bustin'
(Blaow) ran through the east, like
Who
direction that left me in true shock
Like when 2Pac got shot
The whammy
I drop my secrete scripts of the uncanny
Broadcastin' live and direct throughout
chi-chang (Huh)
Yellow in my diamonds, lemon ring
I’m feeling like 2Pac in this rap game
(Shakur)
Giuseppe steppers never looked better
Bring the chinchilla
but now I'm atoning
Yeah when I make it big hell yeah
Now us watch go through pain and yup celebrate Later
As we penetrate 2pac style serenade yeah
We
tube socks spraying from the rooftops
92' props
Banging for my blue tops
It's me and you Ock, Biggie verses 2Pac
And you forgot
I'm the one who let you
to the soundtrack of 2pac
I'll beat you to a pulp no fiction
Tarantino flow new Jules and Vincent
Blow marijuana smoke, no incense
Exhale in the face of innocent
me, plus my nigga Zilla in this bitch
I don't give a fuck I'm back on my Ridgecrest shit
Yellin' "Thug Life", Niggas on that 2Pac shit
Minnesota
like 2Pac Shakur
Pull up in a drop Phantom
Got them young niggas with me with no manner
Started shooting at them niggas it was random
Popped that
me the truth
I dapped up Steve jobs special edition iPod 2
I with 2pac 2
Ride around Mercedes coupe
Kick like Bruce Lee
Baby what the routine been
turtle shit
Bolt like Usain, who game to get got
I mastered the Shaolin styles of BIG and 2Pac
Sweet and sour chicken while my
Partner workin' two woks
the ground my niggas is going down
40 on the pound im steppin in london town
Tim westwood we smoking the best good
Tell a motherfuckas i ain't 2pac
But you'll
everything in the
Someone help me please universe within the light
Someone help me! Understanding
They already did 2Pac My children, all six
to
The soundtrack of 2Pac
I’ll beat you to a pulp no fiction
Tarantino flow, new Jules and Vincent
Blow marijuana, smoke no incense
Exhale in the face of innocent
far from the binoculars
So, that smart money finna get that heat out the car
Yo, I'm K-Dot Lamar meets 2Pac Shakur
I got profiled by a few cops, too
ever do is step
One smoke in the ride, gotta bring two arms
That's four man in the ride, two dargs
Real t'ugs life like 2Pac
Really rap what I live
They
I'm on a rooftop
Going hard for the Mula
And I stay in the booth like 2PAC
And we use to rock Hanes
Fruit of the loom
Now it be Polo on the tubesock
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