Lyrics:
him)
Then he went to runnin' all them gangsta stories
Bout Boo Milton nem
When 2Pac came to tha bottom
And I was feelin' him
I used to drank tha
everywhere 'fore
A nigga stop and I still'll be crawlin'
Fightin' to get up
By the sweat of my brow, I came too far
Dirty niggas wanted 2Pac me in the car
Pick
a beach, so you rot in the wave
Man, I'm so glad that Guwop out
And rap fans still give a fuck what 2Pac 'bout
I'm right here, I don't give a fuck who hop
feeling like a muthafuckin'
Boss bangin' 2Pac
High as a muthafuckin' Queensbridge rooftop
Blowing on this purple haze
Feelin' invincible
Sellin' dope, never
Brothers, Miles Davis
Mr. James Brown, 2Pac
Bob Marley, Biggie Smalls
Billie Holiday, Cathy Hughes
Charlie Parker, Betty Shabazz
Denzel Washington,
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
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
as young niggas making big fat stacks
I tried to do it legal making records
Heavy bent like 2Pac said "it didn't
Pay the fucking rent"
So now I'm
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
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
happened to 2Pac and Biggie
You light up your ciggy
Grab a cold beer out the refridgerator, bop your mickey
You was scared in the hired hotel
Dressed
a nigga late
Like, what it do, Bob?
This a warzone, send 'em to the gulag
They was talkin' shit, now they talk to 2Pac
Now they JFK with the roof off
Like
sumin')
If 2Pac was here, he would coach me
Real nigga rockin' a Rollie
This for C Murder in Angola (This for C man)
I slept by him every night (We was
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
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
was an escape for poor black folk
2pac told us all America eats is babies
Since I been in a Mercedes my ladies relate to that quote
Upset, veins
Cole's house apparently
You thought the kids that were raising these new blocks
Would change the world be the brains, let's walk by 2Pac
Instead we talk
I'm Chewbacca
In a Redeye, got two choppers
I'ma hit 'em up, I'ma 2Pac 'em
Fly, tall nigga, call me Big Poppa
I'm a big target, got a good lawyer
I'm the new Pac
Got a tat' across my belly too
Just like I'm 2Pac
Could've fucked around kissed Jenny too
Shoot cops don't panic to
Yeah I could've
Acting like they 2Pac
Y'all wack ass ain't doing SHITTTTTT
I never moved a brick, perhaps I was too legit
Working shitty jobs to help fund my music shit
a rematch, you know who won
Shout to my brothers in 0121
See the black and white poster with 2Pac and Biggie on?
Yeah we startin' a new one
And I won't
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
keep a distance, huh
Dream motion living, being broke
Got me livid, huh
Bitches after bitches, huh
All my niggas 2Pac
Speaking revolution or that shit
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