It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple
We don't believe you, you need more people
This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep
Don't like my birthday gifts so just give me back the receipt
And get the cake, then i'll tell them that's the winners pay
Yo yo today is my birthday, wheres my chocolate sundae,
It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her
At my homegirls birthday party, little did i know later
That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one
40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',
An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red
That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get
Od'd on that mitchell-ness you thought it was '03 again
Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!
But fuck it, i'mma break loose, celebrate the hulks birthday?
We get our chefin on, chefin on everyday
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