kill Fuck with me and get your caps peeled You know what you see Grab your glocks when you see 2Pac Call the cops when you see 2Pac Who shot me, but
' the the game niggas that got that 'cane Murder Mr. Dopeman still in the rap game It's 1997, my niggas gone to heaven Rest in peace 2Pac from Master P, doin' 2
Blues to Brothers than Jon Belushi and Dan Akroyd Governmently engineered like E Bola for this rap garage sale by this industry I'm trying not to get fucked like 2Pac
the coups gone "jeah" Give a fuck what he sold im the truth holms "that's right" Kitchen fumed up, niggas jamming 2pac "jeah" Get my Billy Hondas on workin 2
that pussy up) Shawty in the bed she ain't got no panties on Soon as I hit the door she already know it's on (Ay, I'ma tear that pussy up) 2 logs, 2
s marble floors everywhere Call the carpenter the roof on the coups gone Give a fuck what he sold I'm the truth holms Kitchen fumed up, niggas jamming 2Pac
[2Pac] Yeah Pour out a little liquor for your homies nigga This one here go out to my nigga Mike Coolie (Light up a fat one for this one) How you come
CHORUS [Playalitical] Some shoot that patron do what you do See how I go I do that gurple & goose 3 shots and im fine 2 taps and im thru One time one
Game- Im feeling like a muthafuckin boss bangin 2pac high as a muthafuckin queens bitch rooftop blowing on this purple haze feeling invincible sellin
money out of me/ Unless its Grandma Dorthy or Aunte/ I still represent SUC/ And ima hold it down for Chamillitary/ When I meet up with 2 Pac & Pimp C/
snub nosed pistol grip lay nijjas on they wallets The saga continues, the struggle's just beginnin And it's hard to look up to snotty folks, cause THEY be sinnin 'Pac
down Like the 93 Pac, I Get Aroud Cuffles by the staircase, crack bottle backdoor Navigate my way down to the south, I used to trap hoe Harlem way
in the rush for cheese Please understand my history a man of many acts Livin Thug Life, comin equipped, with many gats Maybe I was just a Lost Soul, trapped
slow The concept of time has us all fucked, and on top of that, Life ain't nuttin but a traffic jam. [2pac] Life is too short, I feel trapped Hopping
Verse [Eminem] Shady aftermath, Whoo kid, let?s go 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5 4, 3, 2, 1 Intro [Lloyd Banks] Return of the PLK brought me the feedback And Halloween
here And we gon' rep 'til slugs kill us here This for my dawgs stuck in the struggle tryin' to gain Smokin' trauma, sniffin' Ra while sellin' cocaine Trapped
Of The Party, shit start off off coke and bacardi Bandanas tied around the dubs on the Ferarri I'm to bloods to what Pac was to thugs What Snoop is to
m warrior Like Jim gotta trap and you'll swallow my frag' I gotta gun, I'm warrior I'mma gangsta make me destroy his rap I gotta gun, I'm warrior [verse 2