Lyrics:
2Pac
Fuck that, I stick you up like Blu Tack
If it's the hardest you're talking
I be one of the hardest barrers reporting
If it's the hardest you're
hands now"
"Clap your hands now"
Brothers know the flavs when the Quest gets loose
Slamming sucker fuckers like the wrestler Zeus
Crazier than 2Pac
make it moonwalk
White glove money stuffed in my tube socks
Top down thug life, 2Pac
I'mma boss, I can get ya whole crew chopped
Teflon Don
Ah, me and my nigga 2Pac finna do what we do
Understand this
'Cause it's way understandable
Niggas done changed, man
Niggas done really changed, Rich
of there
Same place you put your hat
My niggas throwing hollows there
I'm loading up the oo-wop listening to 2Pac
I'm a dope boy so the money in the shoe
popping slugs, stomping haters like drugs
I wonder, is there a heaven for a plug?
Drinking spirits, possessed by a thug
Short fuse cause 2pac is my muse
or the
Legs of a hoochie
And that's off top like a toupee, I'm 2Pac
Coming back for doomsday, spitting at cops
Go and cop my album
Get high to it, pop some
Acquired his knowledge from the streets
Makaveli, 2Pac Shakur
Was the rose that grew from concrete
America's most complete artist, regardless
One
red dot
Compact Nina and it got that green dot
Mini stick in the kitchen by that crack pot
Trapping on Westwood, I feel like I'm 2Pac
Powered up
Know Bookoo said I'm the new 2Pac
Nigga be sayin' I'm the new Jeezy (Flexin' on that bitch, hol' up)
I told him I'm not, though (Shit is scripted)
ain't all good
So keep ya eyes on em
'cause if it ??? ??? line, we gotta slide on 'em
Ride on em
I gots no problem kickin' dust up wit punk ass
so you put me on Big and 2Pac
'Fore we came a long way, L.A. With B and Jay
Or flyin' to Coachella playing Spades on PJ's
Gimme three days, my
On yo' block you prolly bred a Fat Pat or 2Pac
Or Big Pun, or B.I., ya homeboys from knee, high
And even when it was storming outside, that nigga'd be by
hands now"
"Clap your hands now"
Brothers know the flavs when the Quest gets loose
Slamming sucker fuckers like the wrestler Zeus
Crazier than 2Pac
the drip when i walk get a sign for you slip in the stu
Racks falling outta y'all pockets we double yo shit multiplying y'all rent 2 by two
Cant cap hottest
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
it out that mud shit
Niggas gay they drop the soap they on they sus shit
I'm like 2Pac with the Juice, I'm on my thug shit
Sippin' codeine in my
my vision
Right on time with mine thanks to them old Doc prescriptions
West side flourishin' again, this what 2Pac envisioned
Obama freein' lifers
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
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
the remission for all of our sins
When I was a young one the preacher put oil on my sixth chakra (sixth chakra)
He knew when I was older I'd wanna follow 2Pac
or a gangsta
Stop lyin' you bitch
I see you study 2Pac like a history lesson
His murder was a mystery that
Made history bridgin' but
No matter how much juice he
really I don't know
But if there's hell below I think we all gonna go
(Chorus)
Verse 3 (Master P)
Tell me is this heaven, is
and flossa
For 2Pac ya drought nigga who shot ya
Saw this beam light, scream like Chewbacca
We got twats on lock the tiny tots
My mom say stop or I'm gonna
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