2Pac Back

Okay, 2Pac's Back

I'm rolling with my crew, you see me two drops back

No the roof not cracked

It's completely missing, absent like it was skipping

But your wife's in attendance

I'm swinging like Kenny Griffin

See the H is my home, on the mic I'm the sickest

Coming straight from the dome, I ain't writing a sentence

Hoes know I got paper, I be recycling women

You just go out and save them, cuff them like a defendant

See I'm a rider

Call it coming down like a spider

Treat your girl like a condom wrapper, hide her

Before I treat her like the booth and get inside her

And get to mashing

Rap is just my passion, it doesn't bring the cash in

I was cooking dimes up, the colour of an aspirin

Now I got them lined up, just because I rhyme tough

I must had a ... sorta kinda

Cos they screaming

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2Pac back, 2Pac back

That's all these bitches screaming

That 2Pac back

Okay, I'm beating up the F, hit me a few blocks back

I have them call you're record label screaming you got jacked

Cos my crew got gats, and we do not act

Shouts out to my dog money, cos that's who drew my tatts

Them chicks I hit bad, Them hoes you got raggs

I'm in that white-on-white Camaro with the roof chopped back

They thinking

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I spit that poetic justice

I'm white cup gang related

Got the dope in the ...

I might just candy paint it

Never worked at foot locker, still I was serving them Js

But they giving out cases, like when you purchase some shades

Picture me rolling, so they snitched and they told it

Look at the motherfucking wheels, them bitches is stolen

They Screamin'

There goes Fresh, Th-Th-there goes fresh

In a yellow Vet, pumpin L.O.X or Fat P.A.T

Maybe Big M.O.E ...

Or hell I might play me

Cos see I'm balling like Carmelo

Quick to tell your woman hello

They know I keep some green and purple on me, Donatello

Ain't got no time for hoes, it's only paper on the schedule

You can't play me like a cello

Boy, I'm sharp as a stiletto

Give me two white cups and a permanent marker

Dre and T keep that water, You'd think they work for Ozarka

I'm Miami with Tunechi, putting a verse on Tha Carter

Between the streets and the studio

I couldn't work any harder

But see the game is getting lame

Cos nowadays everybody tough

And I'm just trying to reach the goal like a hockey puck

Smashed a lot of sluts, couple models, bunch of singers

And stay dropping stuff, call me butterfingers

The Adventures of Drankenstein

I hope you brought your own syrup, Cos you ain't drinking mine

I told my momma I got her, she told me take your time

Your girl told me she love me, I told her wait in line

I gotta cope with them, all the hoes in love with him

I make the sluts go Nutso like Above The Rim

I got these young'uns scared

Beast, you better come prepared

It's YMCMB

I'm in the building like the concierge, nigga