yo, I spit, rip for Pac and Yak, I love y'all both That's why I rap with a grudge and keep my enemies close Memories float, nothing else to do but smoke
on my notepad And life ain't nothin but a toe-tag When I was three years old, I done known that [Supreme C - Verse 2] And yo the game got a nigga fucked
the family tonite and world wide. We holla World Wide, better understand us, Since we coming with thugs from L.A to Atlanta, put ya hands up. Nothin' but love
me And get your caps peeled You know, See Grab your glocks when you see 2pac Call the cops when you see 2pac, Uhh Who shot me, But, your punks
Ah me and my nigga 2Pac, finna do what we do Understand this, 'cuz it's very understandable Niggas done changed man You know they done changed, they done
Fuck 2Pac that nigga ain't shit That nigga ain't from muhfuckin' New York That nigga be out there with them Cali niggas Yo, nigga man, fuck Pac, that
pray this letter greets you in good spirits and peace and health I love you For the mothfuckin hood and the ghetto Ain't nothin you need but a homie [
tha world baby Me against tha World ooohhhh yeeah I got nothin' ta lose It's Just me against tha world baby I got nothin' ta lose [Dramacydal:]
speculation Fed up of negative fabrications You say just have a little patience But they are driving me crazy Never been a surfer But my chang hang loose Got so much flavour Like 2Pac
you talkin hater but you aint sayin nothin, I hear you talkin hater but you aint sayin nothin, I hear you talkin hater but you aint sayin nothin, Man
of shit in my lifetime Like, makin' money, committing these stupid crimes But I still got my ghetto stripes When i'm pimp in the game 'cause, I love
're not 2Pac Don't make me, too hot and you're not Shootin' at me, with the only shot you got Ja quit playin' knock it off you're not 2Pac You'll get
not 2Pac Don't make me, too hot and you're not Shootin' at me, with the only shot you got Ja quit playin' knock it off you're not 2Pac You'll get popped
" You the reason Ill Will is in the coffin yo When he got shot, you was too soft to roll Talkin' 'bout you a brave Pac Nah you a fake Pac I get down
of school to sell weed dancing with the devil, smoked until his eyes would bleed but he was sick of selling trees and gave in to his greed [Chorus - 2Pac
the cages Saw you murderers, adulterers, and thieves What you don't know is that You're walking in the same shoes with me (koopsta knicca) Nothin' but
to you I will seem more than down But if I told you what gang I'm in I can only do a show off in my own town But it's all goody, good, much love to the
' Was Old Since I Was Young Call Me Benjamin Button Stop Using Slang Just 4 U 2 Be Cool Cuz I Go Back 2 When It Was Cool 2 Be U Ima Hero No I Mean Im