Lyrics:
but now I'm atoning
Yeah when I make it big hell yeah
Now us watch go through pain and yup celebrate Later
As we penetrate 2pac style serenade yeah
We
trust you
Ok, niggas ain't loyal, niggas ain't loyal
Bad like milk niggas will spoil
Picture me rollin like 2Pac
Off two pills I popped, nigga Fuck You!
OF NIGGAS PLAY THE GAME, NOT TOO MANY WIN
FROM BEGINNING TO ENDING, MY ALBUMS BE HITTIN'
TWO GLOCKS, THEY BE TWINNING
2PAC MY AMBITION, AS A MOTHAFUCKIN'
Demon Loc
Damn too many of my homies got smoked
Before I lost 2Pac I lost my Grand Pa
Tha Raw dogg, I called him pa pa, aah naw
Not Reverend Harris
and poked on shit that is potent
Fresh out the pot, 2Pac couldn't picture my rollin'
Hook
Cam'ron:
I said it's the Diplomats, y'all kickin' is chicken
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
me, plus my nigga Zilla in this bitch
I don't give a fuck I'm back on my Ridgecrest shit
Yellin' "Thug Life", Niggas on that 2Pac shit
Minnesota
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
throwin' money around
Or 2pac without Humpty around
Or 50 before Em, Nas talkin' like a gun in his song
Cam'ron during "Children Of The Corn"
Beans before
you do is cry
kick him to the left let me make it right
When I pull up on your block in the white Benz hop in baby let's slide
I'm bumping 2Pac all
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
makaveli ready like 2pac
They wish I would flop
I really can't be fucking with no cops
Do another drop and then I do my dance all on yo block
Better hold
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
SONG LYRICS
Thug Life! Comin’str8 out the West Coast,
Real Boy Killaz!
2Pac with the Assassin! And we ridin’for the West Side!
Bad Boy, Bad Boy
ah only human
So mi try fi hold back sometimes
But meh cruel and meh brutal
So mi walk with 2 clip
2 clip like meh 2pac
So if dem try shoot me
Mi fully
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
50 Cent or 2Pac
'cause' 2 shots is too many
Too hot to go in me
I've rather sit remmy
In the back of this Bentley
And only fuck with niggaz and you
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
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
the nigga tree
Corona in the petri
Everything ain't Georgia peachy
Believe a quarter what ya read and none of what ya see G
2pac be listenin to me G
Write
pocket
You wonder why
My shits droop
You wonder why
My pack boof
I'm spittin Fire
In the booth
They let a demon
On the loose
I'm 2pac wit the juice
Not
n B singer.
Catch him when he park, 2pac that Beamer.
Bee hive nigga, hit him with a stinger.
As he dies nigga, this he gone remember.
I grind, all
the lock off the gate; I got the drop on em
I'm going 2pac on them, I'm too hot for them
We boogie down in the Floss, no this is not Fordham
The drip look
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