[Kane] Where's 2Pac and Biggie Smalls?? *crowd goes nuts* [Scoob] Yeah, ahhhhhhhhhhhh-ight? (Yeah!) [Scoob] Keep it goin! [Kane] Mister Cee.. Yo Scoob
I get-you know I get,you know I get it crunk [Verse 3-Lil'Flip] Everybody wanna be Pac until they really get shot you claim you runnin the block,but I heard you runnin
: Mr. Ski] I'm on the loose like 2Pac I'm juiced God bless the dead But I'm already dead from trauma to the head I'm a verbal Manslaughter on the Mic
We Are The Black Gang Free Shye Mother Fuckers! (He Wears A Red Bandana) [Chorus:] On The Front Of Murder Dog (He Wears A) On The Cover Of The Source
little bitch from The Luniz want beef he liein' So I called E-40, and tried to seize the violence I got niggaz on the island, for puttin' in stainless work With vaseline on
feathers on 'em If Doc give me the word I put this Berretta on him When the beef is on my piece is on Them white sheets is on 'em Doc breathin on 'em
's and Bentley's sittin on 20s Thinkin back, when I had the fall blue and black Pennys' Listenin to Faith on the Funk Flex tape (Ah-HEH!) Like BAM, before
get me If you mothafuckas want Shady If Pac was still here now, He would never ride with Ja Na, na, na, na ,na, na, na, na Get off that E Before you
fallin from the uppercut, fucked, so whats up nigga now you know you shoulda ducked nigga gotchu fallin' from this uppercut, stuck, so whats up nigga Verse 2 - 2pac
with the family so we dyin together [Verse Five: E.D.I.] Nah, uhh We on a mission fo' mo', gangsta shit on you hoes We ain't fuckin with you most
(feat. Big Syke, E.D.I.) [2Pac] I was so money orientated, initiated as a thug Fiendin for wicked adventures, ambitious as I was Picture a nigga on the
(feat. Outlawz) [Chorus 2X: 2Pac] M.O.B., nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks and you know we keep it money over bitches [2Pac] Thugs known to bust on
grown This shit is on, it's gettin crazy after dark Where the real thug niggaz here you are We world wide mob figgaz [Chorus: repeat 2X] We got homies on
carriage Married my Mack-11 hit the block playin Only five years up in this bi**h, poppa runnin from the Feds Puttin peanut butter on the walls to hide his prints Me on
Intro: Fuck 2Pac that nigga ain't shit that nigga ain't from muhfuckin' New York That nigga be out there with them Cali niggas Yo nigga man fuck Pac
[Chorus: Kastro + 2Pac] [Kas] Yo Makaveli they can't stop you [Pac] Hold it down [Kas] Killuminati and we got you, got you Yo Makaveli they can't stop you [Pac
Intro: 2Pac Hey DeVante Nigga, don'tcha know we're gonna sow up every bitch in the country Me and you, up in the same motherfuckin room On the same