Lyrics:
west, that two seater Kardashian
Type to give me brain up in the red light traffic
And keep ya head up, that 2Pac blasting
Face two stacks and then be
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
back like 2Pac
Makaveli to the Max
Cant wait for the plaques
They wanna see me pull up on wax
I ain't got the gat
I ain't no gangster
But I gotta couple
the shit is Jiggy
All about the 90s
I’m talkin 2pac and biggie
We was just like them bebe’s kids,
Bad as hell,
Diggin in the food,
Momma whoop ya tail,
steppin' 'round me
And you gotta drown a fish before you clown me
The young cop killer, I'm dat ill, so doc' will ya
Give me two shots for 2Pac
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
lumbar
The whole place gon' get packed when the funk starts
Watch me freak the mic y'all they call me Muenster
So if you with it everybody just throw up ya
Real KRS Peter Gunz (Ice Cube)
[Gunz (Cube)]
Throw ya hands up what up now (It don't stop)
South Bronx represent that, Brooklyn represent that
(It
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
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
punch niggaz with glasses
Back in my third grade classes, squeezin' asses
My niggaz is never over, understand
I'm a 2Pac fan, this is the realest shit I
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
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
dat bitch throwing up west side
2pac Outlaw Thug Life low life low life
Grab my dick talk shit hit the weed blow the smoke roll the dice
Old school
up like I'm 2Pac minus the sit-ups
I be the big one at the bando wit a bad ho playing instrumentals
My pockets keep some fat Wallace, ain't that Big
I
run like a motor
Hold up bae, what you run from me for
Hell I tried to stop you at the door
Hell I thought I had you way before
But like 2pac shakur...
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
ya whole crew shot
Hit'em up like 2pac
Bang bitch
Say my name they talk but still ain't saying shit
If I don't hear no breesh every time you speak
Then
on bullshit
call that nigga bando, cause I know he got the full clip
It's a stick up, run the pockets, run me all the jewels bitch
Double cup of wocky, no 2pac
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
iron mike
Ambitions of a ridah
2pac with the glock
When you me coming don’t be in shock
Playing tick tock
Russian Roulette
With this bullet to ya cock
goin off like I'm rich
Stayin true to my shit
I might spark the light that can change the world goin 2Pac in dis bitch
I been makin hits not noticing
living my life
Tryna get my money right
Only the real by my side
My baby like China she fine
2pac all eyes on me, they loving the way that I shine
I don't
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