your nigga on his own How long we mourn Life goes on [Chorus repeats to end] [sung overtop repeating chorus] Life goes on homie gone on, cause they passed away Niggas doin' life
I wear fake gold to make up for my little cock got my rag on backwards so I look just like 2pac with my cap tilted cause im trying to hide the fact
on a come up Come up nigga, killa, thuggish ruggish nigga Nigga, finna' descent into the dawn of a new millenium Anticipatin life without Satan hatin,
shit 'til you opposite I can spit ominous so spit politics now I'm Haile Selassie Gandhi and Pac of this hip hop genre, bitch [Voice] [Verse 3: Royce] Lyrically
escape Oh lord please send me an angel To lead me out of this place Take me awwaaayyyy Away, far away to better days [Verse 2] I'm sitting on these
)] Pun we missing you Big L we missing you Left Eye we missing you Jay we missing you Jam Master Jay, Freaky Tah, Scott La Rock, the list goes on........
[Kane] Where's 2Pac and Biggie Smalls?? *crowd goes nuts* [Scoob] Yeah, ahhhhhhhhhhhh-ight? (Yeah!) [Scoob] Keep it goin! [Kane] Mister Cee.. Yo Scoob
fall off, you get ignored CHORUS [Mac Mall] You on the cover of da magazine, flossin on the TV screen Toastin wit yo' champagne, playin life like a
stricly for my niggaz now,bless the dead,you know life goes on,We pour out a lilA'liquor now,But iA'm puttinA'presure up on A'em when they under these
knowing his baby's momma's horror And ever since the days he's been gone She's kinda trapped in a storm But he goes on and on about when he gets home
grind mean hustle You know [Chorus: 2Pac (repeat 2X)] We tradin war stories, we Outlawz on the rise Jealous niggaz I despise, look in my eyes [2Pac
Wax and kill Fuck with me And get your caps peeled You know, See Grab your glocks when you see 2pac Call the cops when you see 2pac, Uhh Who shot
[kane] where's 2pac and biggie smalls? ? *crowd goes nuts* [scoob] yeah, ahhhhhhhhhhhh-ight? (yeah!) [scoob] keep it goin! [kane] mister cee.. Yo scoob
Reeboks And men with pre-ops Yo now there is 3-Pac's Master P....Thug Life and now it's 2pac Get back to that one...here goes the rhyme that you dropped
This is where the hood iz at, like pac we hit'em up (hit em up) wit one touch of the fully mac index on the hair pin trigga, to be the next figure,
An All Yall Ask About Is Aftermath Motherfucker MOVE ON... CHORUS Verse 2 *Joe Budden* I Gotta Give My Own Interview Since Niggas That Do My Interviews Focus On
We want you, do you feel the same way too? (I need hip hop) Survival of the fittest Mobb Deep, and Lost Boyz Lickin' shots got the game hot They even flipped on 2PAC
s back and at the same time put juice in mine? Goddamnit Slaughterhouse is signed SLAUGHTERHOUSE [Verse 2: Crooked I] I'm a menace villain, my pen is sitting spilling, my lyrics
