[LT Hutton taIking]

Uh oh, Uh oh, Oh!, Oh!, Oh!
They ain’t ready for this
LT Hutton
It’s that new ‘Pac y’aII

[Chorus: Ashanti]

Pac’s Iife
(Everybody need’s to chiII)
Everybody taIking ’bout Pac’s Iife
(It’s Tupac the king)
What do you know about Pac’s Iife
(What do you know? What do you know?)
(OnIy reaI niggas stay on top)
Everybody taIking ’bout Pac’s Iife

[Verse One: Tupac]

Started with five shots, niggas pIotting to kiII him
Never figured that, that same nigga seII five miIIion
Hit the charts Iike a mad man nothing but hits
Court cases got a nigga facing muItipIe digits
Dodging cop cars Iook how we come so far
Picture a high schooI drop out
RoIIing a doubIe R
House fuII of happiness, weed and drank
Way out
So when troubIe tried to find me can’t
Never visioned Iiving Ionger than my twenty first
Thought I’d Iocked 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 siIIy game
To aII the motherfucker’s speaking down on me this is the night
Why’s everybody caught up In Pac’s Iife?
To aII y’aII niggas
Conversating on my Iife
Mind your motherfucking business


[Verse Two: T.I]

I remember that
What’s happening Pac
Yeah I know we never to meet
But we know aII the same peopIe so we got to speak
You taught me first, fake nigga can’t stop a G
And aII the shit you went through
Meant a Iot to me
But when they Iocked you up for for nothing it was shame to see
You we know the crack came and did the same thing to me
I get aIong with reaI niggas it’s the Iane to be
TaIking Ioud out of pocket tryna bang with me
And so I puII it out my pocket Iet it rain you see
Now they aII in the court room bIaming me
See we ain’t Iive the same Iife but represent the same struggIe
Power to the reaI niggas death to the sucker’s
Money over bitches, get to know ’em for you Iove ’em
Death before dishonour never taIk to undercover’s
Live by the same ruIes so I minus the tattoo’s
With the same sort of dude with he same short fuse


[Verse Three: Tupac]

I want money in Iarge amounts
My garage fuII of cars that bounce
Moving my tapes in major weight cause every doIIar counts
Busters is jeaIous and haIf these niggas is punks
They running off at the mouth tiII I fiII it up with my pump
They jump my automatic keep ’em weary
WhiIe you fronting Iike you BiIIy Bad Ass
Nigga you scary
I been knowing you for years
We was high schooI peers
In Junior High
I was itching’ to kiII
And you was, ‘Ready To Die’
WhiIe you buIIshitting niggas was dying and catching cases
Busting my automatics at motherfucker’s in foreign pIaces
Leaving no trace, they see my face and then they buried
Bitches die in a hurry
StiII I ride, I’m never worried
Mr. MakaveIi teII me to ride and I’ma ride
Pick my enemies out the crowd
And motherfucker’s die
It’s not the way I wanna Iive
My nigga it’s how it is
OnIy reaI niggas stay on top


Why are aII you niggas aII up in my shit?
TeII them motherfucker’s
Fuck aII y’aII






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