Lyrics:
waitin' on the outcome
Free 2Pac is all that's on a nigga's mind
But at the same time it seems, they tryin' to take mine
So I'mma get smart and get
waitin' on the outcome
Free 2Pac is all that's on a nigga's mind
But at the same time it seems, they tryin' to take mine
So I'mma get smart and get
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
remember 2Pac and 4-Tay
Them same two brothers dodgin' bullets representin' the Bay
'Pac when you was locked down, that's when I'll be around
Start
the Feds
Eating good drinking Champagne
And breaking bread
This is for my dog's in Watts and shit
2Pac got your back, who can stop the hit?
And even with
in the meantime, baby what's your plan
You can call me daddy but I can't be your man
Fiending like the addicts
When I pull it out they panic
Bitch I do
heard that shit 2pac wannabe ass nigga (mocking P) "I ain't no rapper
I write short films"
o.k. grab your popcorn ain't no more sunshine.
Come on, O.K.,
I just want to go to your parties
So I can run through all your goth bitches
And rock bitches
Take 'em on the block and now they 2Pac bitches
I
head, have you lookin' like Marbury
2Pac taught me keep a bomb ready
I'm drinkin' light, but my arm heavy
Private jettin', I know the pilot, used to be
diss you, my niggas be cockin' pistols
Shot and split you, fuck splittin' the profits with you (what?)
Six percent of y'all niggas is just pretend
win?
Uh
I be tryin' to find the best way they can stop me cold
Another body and guess who the cause, and why they foes?
Beef is my name, my story
Everybody wondered how it could be
One of the greatest just died you see
Everybody loved 2pac
Real gangsta with a good heart
Nothing could ever compare
city of Compton
Analogy is like Biggie and Bed Stuy
Oakland and 2Pac i'm more focused
I'm nothing like you new guys
Struggling over a few lines thinking
TO KILL YOU IN THE SPIRITUAL
SPIRIT LEFT THE BODY
AN OUTER BODY EXPERIENCE
TRANSCENDING FLESH
WE FIGHTING
TO STAY IN CONTROL OF IT
FELT LIKE 2PAC
WAS
Nip, Spice-1 or 2Pac never gave a gun to me
So gangsta rap ain't done shit for that
I've even seen white folks from River Oaks go get the gat
So why
stick-ups
I better see five stars next to my picture
If not, 2Pac will cop the Glock and
Come knockin' to getcha
I told you once, motherfucker, I'm a nut
Play
him?"
Whole team full of green
You would think we Boston
Spalding, Ballin', flow be on the faucet
Middle man shut yo damn mouth, call a boss in
Big money
bone, bone
We crept and we came
Like bone, bone, bone
I'ma stay real til the day I'm gone
Lil E, 2pac and Big Smalls
Stay ballin'
Back to the basic
'scuse me on my 2Pac
Keep your head up, when did you stop, loving thy
Color of your skin? Color of your eyes
That's the real blues, baby, like you met
They like when you living in smoke and not seeing the truth
They want you to be fool They want you to be cruel
They treat you like a puppet, dictate you
I love it though
I love it though, y'know?
Uh put your hands to the constellations
They way you look should be a sin, you my sensation
I know
God bless 2pac rest his soul
God bless hip-hop protect this flow
God rest them wack mc’z that stress my soul
& make it so I can’t hear my baby…
niggas 'sleep, stay woke, nigga (work, nigga)
All my niggas came and sold dope, nigga (dope, nigga)
Why the fuck you think they call us dope niggas?
Shit 'em mister in a river, you gon' learn that I am sicker
Determined to be bigger, birds I serve 'em to these niggaz
Call the cops, they ain't seen
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