It's Brat (Tupac Back Remix)

This is a, So So Def, world premier

A world, premier

So So Def, world premier

It's too late now, shit I'm already a convict

I been convicted, but I done done my time

Y'knahmsayin? My whole life been turned upside down and inside out

I done lost a whole GANG of opportunities

It's hard for me to a muh'fuckin car, a crib

a condo without a co-signer, shit

But no matter what I do, where I go

I got a shadow nigga, and that bitch named felony

Y'knahmsayin? But I'm STILL a muh'fuckin survivor

And no matter what y'all think of me, I'm STILL smilin!

I'm still goin to court, still takin pictures

Still signin muh'fuckin autographs

But soon I'ma go crazy, cause I'm tired of tryin to defend myself

from muh'fuckers that keep tryin to steal my joint

This So So Def for life nigga, and I'm the motherfuckin Brat

Don't forget that shit!

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Nigga it's Brat (yeah) nigga it's Brat

That's what all these bitches screamin that, nigga is Brat

Take a look at me now, I'm 'bout to fire it up

Nigga oh I think they like me cause I'm fly as fuck

That's what I'm lookin fo', Brat don't go nowhere see they pay me

And I'm stackin my paper I need a brand new Mercedes

They screamin nigga it's Brat (yeah) nigga it's Brat

That's what all these bitches screamin that, nigga is Brat

Since the day of my birth, I've been throwin a tantrum

Bein a menace to society, I die for my family

I be grippin them hammers, point blank range on them hits

I was hired by J.D. to blow a hole in you bi-tches

My motto is pay me, or see my frame in the pen

When they stopped us from smoke I let one Newport go for ten

Don't worry I got it ye know

I'ma give it to you now worse than I gave it to you then

I'ma beast with the pen

And my lease in this shit don't never end

I was destined to win

Soon as they let a bitch out my life begin

Then I jumped on the remix

and realized how much I've been missed my fans

Feedback, I need that; let's all get high where the weed at?

It's ladies night and I'm "Funkdafied" ain't no one else like the Brat

I'm what you like; even with the lights turned out you still see me

Back on lobster and steak, no more mystery meat

I got that ghetto love, every nigga and they bitch wanna fuck

I can't give enough to none of you busters

'til I'm dead and my casket covered up

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Yeahhhhh, yeah, M.R., some of y'all like hey who's that?

Explain that later but for now B-R-A-T's back

I had that Range doin calisthetics just to evac'

Finally done with weekend visits, no more dealin with hacks

My homey call, I'll be there, in a lickety split

You don't want no tensions want no problems kept them tools in my kicks

So let's get high, mind blowin, now you back in the mix

Let's get it crackin like the Knicks you makin cake in this beeiiiiitch

Betty Crocker... Urlacher...

Keep them hits comin... Hurt Locker...

How we bomb shit... let's make it happen baby

Goin off the hook now, saw Da Brat lately?

But OF COURSE! These niggaz out they mind

Like where the hell they been? You runnin out of time

Don't make me on my nuts, these niggaz tryin to ride

It's Rare Breed, TNT, yeah that's B-side

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