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Songtext/Lyrics Pacs Life - von 2 Pac Ft. Ashanti
 lt hutton talkinguh oh, uh oh, oh!, oh!, oh!they ain't ready for thislt huttont.i.ashantiit's that new 'pac y'all(chorus: ashanti)pac's life(everybody need's to chill)everybody talking 'bout pac's life(it's tupac the king)what do you know about pac's life(what do you know? what do you know?)(only real niggas stay on top)everybody talking 'bout pac's life(outlawz)(verse one: tupac)started with five shots, niggas plotting to kill himnever figured that, that same nigga sell five millionhit the charts like a mad man nothing but hitscourt cases got a nigga facing multiple digitsdodging cop cars look how we come so farpicture a high school drop outrolling a double rhouse full of happiness, weed and drankway outso when trouble tried to find me can'tnever visioned living longer than my twenty firstthought i'd locked down, cracked out or in the dirtand though it hurts to see the changeit comes with the famewatch them gossip in this silly gameto all the motherfucker's speaking down on me this is the nightwhy's everybody caught up in pac's life?to all y'all niggasconversating on my lifemind your motherfucking business(chorus)(verse two: t.i)i remember thataywhat's happening pacyeah i know we never to meetbut we know all the same people so we got to speakyou taught me first, fake nigga can't stop a gand all the shit you went throughmeant a lot to mebut when they locked you up for for nothing it was shame to seeyou we know the crack came and did the same thing to mei get along with real niggas it's the lane to betalking loud out of pocket tryna bang with meand so i pull it out my pocket let it rain you seenow they all in the court room blaming mesee we ain't live the same life but represent the same strugglepower to the real niggas death to the sucker'smoney over bitches, get to know 'em for you love 'emdeath before dishonour never talk to undercover'slive by the same rules so i minus the tattoo'swith the same sort of dude with he same short fuse(chorus)(verse three: tupac)i want money in large amountsmy garage full of cars that bouncemoving my tapes in major weight cause every dollar countsbusters is jealous and half these niggas is punksthey running off at the mouth till i fill it up with my pumpthey jump my automatic keep 'em wearywhile you fronting like you billy bad assnigga you scaryi been knowing you for yearswe was high school peersin junior highi was itching' to killand you was, 'ready to die'while you bullshitting niggas was dying and catching casesbusting my automatics at motherfucker's in foreign placesleaving no trace, they see my face and then they buriedbitches die in a hurrystill i ride, i'm never worriedmr. makaveli tell me to ride and i'ma ridepick my enemies out the crowdand motherfucker's dieit's not the way i wanna livemy nigga it's how it isonly real niggas stay on top(chorus)why are all you niggas all up in my shit?tell them motherfucker'soutlawzfuck all y'all Songtext zuletzt geändert von: |
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