Tupac

Ropo and DJ P MontaNa, you know Charley BigGie begsize witty and chatty Iskaba Ohhhhh, see em, girl, them'a haters Ehhhh, ohhhh ahh, say I too much Some say that I' two much But them tell her say I' three much Some say that I'm four much So I, so I woke in a venom Stars in the ceiling; I sEe the haters can't fan on I still dey hail when you talk about me; so read on Fair man get high with me Bad man Move fly with me Because on a PJay shii, That's why girl them, them want die for me Am so high [high] up in the sky PJay shii; bad Man, they can see the shii On the ground, you can't see the shiit Feeling like Tupac- All eyes on me Feeling like Tupac- all eyes on me Feeling like Tupac- All eYes on me Babe super but she wanna dance for me I got the fine girls for the A-Class I dey Presidential for thE X-Class My Real Gees pull up in the G-Class I fit for your girl for the G-5 Bad mAn want try moi Gat goons that would die for me 20-man-them cannot try me I gat man them they would rise for me Ma lo; I miss you so Spend all my moNey on your oh uh oh oh ahh I need your body, bring it next to me Cos they need to know [yea yea yea, oh ohh] I need some more