Lyrics:
Fuck I look like dropping out the street
When I got drug ties
Don't let 2pac send you off
I never seen a thug cry
Switches on the Glock
A eat his face
a tight noose
Cause most of ya'll rappers all
2Pac and the Outlawz
75 percent of ya'll publishin'
Doubt ya'll thuggish men
Face this capital punishment
Ever since the dawn of a new era, known as Hip-Hop A.D
After 2Pac and Biggie Smalls unsolved shmurdas
The genre of rap music has searched for its
No 2pac let them stare at me
Transparent nigga
Turned into a parent
Do this for my kids
Y'all my sons
Quit comparing me
Sheesh
I feel like a pharaoh
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
recognize who shot ya
Watch how you speak on my name before they 2pac ya
I love my vultures that's on me I gon' shoot 'bout them
I'll go, uh, I'll catch
later, Big Spank got killed
And I got robbed, and Ronnie got shot
And I bought my first tape by 2Pac
And I got hard, cause I was smart
I knew that
mmh
Me 'gainst the world like 2Pac (Pac)
Say the wrong word, get you shot (Shot)
The ho'll love you when you hot (Hot)
Thank God, He gave me a shot
space what's in the waist
I mean please keep your pussy coz I ain't like interchange
Not offensive
Just a motherfucken splinter in my brain
OB like 2pac
it from my dad bro
Rappers seem to think it's cool to come off as an asshole not me
I be wherever the pot be top
Speed to the fucking top where 2pac
it from my dad bro
Rappers seem to think it's cool to come off as an asshole not me
I be wherever the pot be top
Speed to the fucking top where 2pac
through traffic with 2Pac blastin'
With a bitch that's irritatin' from all these questions she askin'
Like what bitches I fucked, when, how and where
You
rappers
50 Cent for a 2Pac
For the low price of half of how much a dollar really cost
Four for five chicken piece
Off the bone, lickin' grease
Salmonella
triple beam adorn ya
2Pac asking just how long will
N***as mourn ya
How you can’t hear the pain
Of us going through it
45 being foolish
But we finna make
get the digits to my new spot
not the old gotta new flaw
come in pairs like 2 socks
me and you against the world like 2pac
and i hope you got your crew
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
me in a daze
I can hear 2Pac tellin' me to be strong (you better be strong)
But my nigga got stoned and left us out here alone (you better be strong)
because of my music
So that's why I gotta make it or die as a loser
I've been influenced by rappers who came and paved the way
2Pac and Nas and Jay
Ice
a warzone
Bouncers actin' like cops in the club
Mother fuck around and get dropped in the club
They don't play enough 2Pac in the club
The industry done made
a muthafuckin case like 2Pac
A real nigga gotta have balls and brains
To maintain in the game
Livin in the city with the killers and thugs
And might be dealin
Cough it up
And then toss it up
I get around
Like 2Pac and such
I Suge it up
Till my pockets stuffed
She on D
Tryin' to lock it up
Grip it tight I'ma bust
We 2pac wit it (what)
We too hot wit it (what)
Keep two glocks wit em (what)
shoot two cops wit em (what)
we on the block wit it
raw, nonstop wit it
2pac especially
Thug Life
It's hard to defend, "Move Bitch (Get Out the Way)."
Well, as you can see, there's a bitch in his way, that he needs
growing like little lion zombie, seeing my self over notorious Bad than 2PAC
Arrangeing my pack to the world.
Bringing devastation upon you fake Niggas
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