там не иду Давно сбился со счета вот оно как Дежавю в снах, крылья, а пепел на рукавах Но я буду счастлив с тобой, my love Я лечу к тебе, я лечу на
door Bentley Coupe Without my nigga on the passenger side? And still, I try to get money, stay fly Finish the race, holdin' my crown high I fly next to God, my
me go, let me go You've got to let me go Right or wrong Let me go I'm on my path Let me go My mama loved me more than I do She said you pop was just
making love So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed My flow, my show brought me the dough That bought me all my fancy things My crib, my cars, my
I love it though I love it though You know Put your hands to the constellations They way you look should be a sin, you my sensation I know I'm preachin
' love So come gimme a hug, if you're into gettin' rubbed My flow, my show brought me the dough That bought me all my fancy things My crib, my cars, my
me, shit on me, spit on my grave Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my face Y'all some "Well wishers", friendly actin', envy hidin' snakes With your hands out for my
ah it's the Pac-ma-an! I love to gobble up those dots Keep pumpin' quarters in the slots They call it "Pacman"! Ye-ea-ah it's the Pac-ma-an! At the
're tryin' to ruin me Quicker the copper The quicker my niggas'll pull up and drop ya We shot ya, we shot ya, hey, my niggas boxed ya My nigga, we all
run wit us Pac Pac run wit us Pac and RIP with Thug Luv Pac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us Pac Pac run wit us Pac and RIP with Thug Luv Pac Pac
to slay these bitch made niggas [Bizzy-overlapping Pac] Pac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us Pac Pac run wit us Pac and RIP with Thug Luv [2Pac
to pop the clip in S to the muthafucking a, nigga set tripping It ain't no love when my finger's on the trigger It ain't no love for you off balance
home for a week and get re-knocked You dont even see cops, hiphop police dont even stop, On D Block, where everybody wants to be Pac And you can get
out come home for a week and get re-knocked You don't even see cops, hip-hop police don't even stop On D Block, where everybody wants to be Pac And you
2Pac with Poetic in my Justic Hold tight, hold tight, everybody hold tight I'm sooper like my man cat, cause I keep my styles jam packed I wrreerawwwowww
a lot been change since we came up I used to run with them, now I got my guns for them Treat my hollows like trash, strait dumpin' 'em Sauce Money show niggaz no love
my grind, with my bourgouis mind Flippin' candy toys while my steering wheel shine Matchin' twenty inches, gold pump on my switches Leather all my couches, Tommy Hil on my
on my nigga Doin this shit one more 'gain I thank this time I'ma get a lil' more money to spend [Hook] My nigga, we alley Nigga, we be alley My nigga
