I don’t care where ya are
Bad, just like an 80's car
We don't believe you, you need more people
It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple
I stuff you in the trunk, drunk
My g"s have been handcuffed,
S on my chest like a superman vest
Rare shit, trend setting yea i be the best
I bet this brother be a better oneif i upset you don't stress never forget
That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get
The outline which you n****s out dated
And i give it to y'all, cause y'all respect that
Hop in and let me test drive
It´s the battle of life
Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that
Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit
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