Pac's Life

Uh oh, Uh oh, Oh!, Oh!, Oh!

They ain't ready for this

LT Hutton

T.I.

Ashanti

It's that new 'Pac y'all

[Chorus: Ashanti]

Pac's life

(Everybody need's to chill)

Everybody talking 'bout Pac's life

(It's Tupac the king)

What do you know about Pac's life

(What do you know? What do you know?)

(Only real niggas stay on top)

Everybody talking 'bout Pac's life

(Outlawz)

[Verse One: Tupac]

Started with five shots, niggas plotting to kill him

Never figured that, that same nigga sell five million

Hit the charts like a mad man nothing but hits

Court cases got a nigga facing multiple digits

Dodging cop cars look how we come so far

Picture a high school drop out

Rolling a double R

House full of happiness, weed and drank

Way out

So when trouble tried to find me can't

Never visioned living longer than my twenty first

Thought I'd locked down, cracked out or in the dirt

And though it hurts to see the change

It comes with the fame

Watch them gossip in this silly game

To all the motherfucker's speaking down on me this is the night

Why's everybody caught up In Pac's life?

To all y'all niggas

Conversating on my life

Mind your motherfucking business

[Chorus]

[Verse Two: T.I]

I remember that

Ay

What's happening Pac

Yeah I know we never to meet

But we know all the same people so we got to speak

You taught me first, fake nigga can't stop a G

And all the shit you went through

Meant a lot to me

But when they locked you up for for nothing it was shame to see

You we know the crack came and did the same thing to me

I get along with real niggas it's the lane to be

Talking loud out of pocket tryna bang with me

And so I pull it out my pocket let it rain you see

Now they all in the court room blaming me

See we ain't live the same life but represent the same struggle

Power to the real niggas death to the sucker's

Money over bitches, get to know 'em for you love 'em

Death before dishonour never talk to undercover's

Live by the same rules so I minus the tattoo's

With the same sort of dude with he same short fuse

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Tupac]

I want money in large amounts

My garage full of cars that bounce

Moving my tapes in major weight cause every dollar counts

Busters is jealous and half these niggas is punks

They running off at the mouth till I fill it up with my pump

They jump my automatic keep 'em weary

While you fronting like you Billy Bad Ass

Nigga you scary

I been knowing you for years

We was high school peers

In Junior High

I was itching' to kill

And you was, 'Ready To Die'

While you bullshitting niggas was dying and catching cases

Busting my automatics at motherfucker's in foreign places

Leaving no trace, they see my face and then they buried

Bitches die in a hurry

Still I ride, I'm never worried

Mr. Makaveli tell me to ride and I'ma ride

Pick my enemies out the crowd

And motherfucker's die

It's not the way I wanna live

My nigga it's how it is

Only real niggas stay on top

[Chorus]

Why are all you niggas all up in my shit?

Tell them motherfucker's

Outlawz

Fuck all y'all