my piggy bank I'll get at you My ***** cut ya skin I'll get at you Blow ***** at ya man I'll get at you 2Pac don't pretend I'll get at you I'll put
I lookin' for that sunshine but I ain't lil' flipper Yeah, I'm a star but I' am not the lil' dipper Always been dappin ever since a lil' n*** So b***
need you to do something else for them man, just to warm em up, and then lay it on me. Get ya pipe. Yea, Gangsta Grillz, Dedication 2, Drama. [Lil'
hot i give yo ass a heat flash Young Money boy, I'm on 03' cash Such a CEO, like my homie D-Dash Gas... we mash like Pac and the outlaws and we stand-
Yea Yea [Lil Wayne] Yessir [Glasses] Badass Bluda Vision Baby [Lil Wayne] Soup...Whoop [Glasses] Its So Cajun Around Here Right Now Nigga [Lil Wayne
12 gauge shot it (feel me) [2x] (HAIL MARY} Come get me If you mothafuckers want Shady {Background: And ja said he shall be the lost begotten seed of 2pac
(Intro) Hey, all the way back from the 213, 310, Cross to the 313, 404, back to the 718 Brooklyn. This Chef Boy is all I got the homie be flamin'in
wit a juke box then break down the weed homie let the flute knock they bump 2pac they hold 2 glocks and like i said it first man they bump 2pac the juice
Sho nuff, I keep my hand on my gun 'Cuz they got me on the run Now I'm back in the court room Waitin' on the outcome Free 2pac is all that's on that
I'm up before sunrise first to hit the block Lil' bad motherfucker with a pocket full of rocks Learned to throw them thangs, get my skinny lil' ass kicked
'Pac, 'Pac, nigga Detroit love you, boy You put it down out here, I mean, y'know Me and my family, my friends, nigga, we ride for you always '2Pacalypse
ain't even know the homie) But what do you know about Pac's Life? (What you know about Pac's Life?) Yeah Everybody talk about Pac's Life (Outlaw, Outlaw, yeah) [Verse 1: 2Pac
my niggaz You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz We go to war {2Pac} Bring it on And all you lil' young
Cartier timepieces I was born to raise West coast til my casket drop Throw up a dub, spittin at the camera like 'Pac, ptooey Chorus: Ras Kass (repeat 2
[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
Uhh, Hit them with a lil' ghetto gospel Yeah! Ma Ghetto Gospel! Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we livin [verse one] 2-Pac If I could recelect before
give you a bone At the end of the night I'll take you home I limp with my two step Got two friends, we can have group sex **** from the 2-1 Tall and
Seen bloodshed by crooked cops, and gangbangers Feel my pain (unnnggghhh) only time'll change it and fast money, cars, and bitches got me trapped in this game And my lil' homies