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Uh oh, uh oh, oh! Oh! Oh! They ain't ready for this L.T. Hutton T.I Ashanti It's that new 'Pac, y'all (let's get it!) 'Pac's life (Everybody needs to chill) Everybody talkin' 'bout Pac's life (It's 2Pac 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 talkin' 'bout 'Pac's life (Outlawz) It started with five shots, niggas plottin' to kill him Never figured that, that same nigga sell five million Hit the charts like a mad man, nothin' but hits Court cases got a nigga facing multiple digits Dodgin' cop cars, look at how we come so far Picture a high school drop out Rollin' 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 21st Thought I'd be 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 'Pac's life (Everybody needs to chill) Everybody talkin' 'bout 'Pac's life What do you know about 'Pac's life? What do you know? What do you know? (Only real niggas stay on top) Everybody talkin' 'bout 'Pac's life (I remember that) (Outlawz) Ay What's happening 'Pac? Yeah, I know we never got 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 Watch them lock you up for nothing, it was shame to see You 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 courtroom blaming me See we ain't live the same life but represent the same struggle Power to the real niggas, death to the suckers Money over bitches, get to know 'em for you love 'em Death before dishonour never talk to undercovers Live by the same rules, so minus the tattoos We the same sort of dude with the same short fuse 'Pac's life (Everybody needs to chill) Everybody talkin' 'bout 'Pac's life What do you know about 'Pac's life? What do you know? What do you know? (Only real niggas stay on top) Everybody talkin' 'bout 'Pac's life 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 'til 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 motherfuckers 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 motherfuckers die It's not the way I wanna live, my nigga it's how it is Only real niggas stay on top (word up) 'Pac's life (Everybody needs to chill) Everybody talkin' 'bout 'Pac's life (Why y'all niggas all up in my shit?) What do you know about 'Pac's life? (Tell 'em motherfuckers) What do you know? What do you know? Everybody talkin' 'bout 'Pac's life (Fuck all y'all) Oh, yeah
Writer(s): Clifford J. Harris, Johnny Lee Jackson, Rufus Lee Cooper, Delmar Drew Arnaud, Katari T. Cox, Ashanti S. Douglas, Mutah W. Beale, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Ricardo Emmanuel Brown Jr., Lenton Tereill Hutton, Malcolm R. Greenidge Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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