Lyrics:
hungry, so I'mma take what you got
Throw up a dub, spit at the camera like 2Pac
My rap style is Sheek like two L.O.X
Word on a few blocks; my technique's
and white; well mines got mad color
Ain't that right, my blood brother?
Word up, raise it up!
We do it with the crew that don't give a fuck
So throw ya gunz
cause my nuts is bigger
Strapped with a tec 9 a mac 10 and 2 glocks
Dumpin' niggas in ditches cause I'm a thug like 2Pac
I'm kickin' it in Cali but
to stop jocking 2Pac
Unless you shot 2 cops, my stocks through the rooftop
Could pop shorty doo wop, and I don’t need what you got
I’ll show you how my
block em
They be slaving like sam done damn shot em
Got a stick yea my guy got alotta
2Pac damn near raised me
Thats why I'm crazy
Made a move like damn
everything in the
Someone help me please universe within the light
Someone help me! Understanding
They already did 2Pac My children, all six
everything in the
Someone help me please universe within the light
Someone help me! Understanding
They already did 2Pac My children, all six
who got the gangsta shit poppin
N.W.A, Too Short, Spice 1, And 2Pac
And fuck you niggaz rappin wack shit, you dodgin the game
I keep two little twin
muthafucking Krusaders
You don't play me, I play you
My Debut feeling like Jesus
Power Numbers like Babe Ruth
I'm Ninja Turtle in They Foot
I'm 2Pac taking they
and on that 2Pac
In front of them ooh-wops, trying to show out, that's the ho route
Talking loud talkin' 'bout that's gangsta shit
Of The Fittest-Mobb Deep, and Lost Boyz
Lickin shots got the game hot
They even flipped on 2PAC
Snoop Doggy Dogg put the West Coast in gear
Dr Dre, NWA, Eazy E's in
how you act when you pull back all them curtains?
Do he think I'm 2Pac 'cause I'm black and put them works in?
Does he know his daughter might have
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
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
tired
God in me I am a giant
God in me I slay Goliath
With a sling shot and a smooth rock
I boom boom like boombox
My head up like 2Pac
I'm limitless
No
over spilled blood
Throw yo gunz if you a real thug
Uhh
[Verse 2]
Yo, you see why'all sometime niggaz, boy, you gon speak to the four
Cause
talkin' 'bout we gotta move
Eviction notices, I got 'em too
Movin' dolo, this was not a group
Knockin' 2Pac and a lot of Snoop
Got the hang of this shit
with bro
I'm a motherfckin outlaw I think I'm 2pac
They don't call me son cuz I'm a child
It's cause I'm too hot
My bro a gangster toting Army Gunz
Yo
ki's, I'mma get him, think I won't? (better get'em)
And my nigga 2Pac got the fucking Glock cocked, and he's ready
When the kid, didn't even bring
need my groove back (no)
Unless the nigga lookin' like 2Pac (oh)
Unless he got colors like Toucan
Sam (uh-huh), Sam I am (whew)
Different color
Immortalz)
And 2Pac Makaveli outlaw Immortalz
You know how we do this shit nigga
Give me my money in stacks
And lace my bitches with dime figures
Real niggas
cause my nuts is bigger
Strapped with a tec 9 a mac 10 and 2 glocks
Dumpin' niggas in ditches cause I'm a thug like 2Pac
I'm kickin' it in Cali but
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
Dogg Pound, LA zuu
Shit ain't even real no more
(Ain't nothing stop, don't stop
That's for damn sure)
Holla at my homie Pac and shit
(I heard 2Pac fucked
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