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It's 2pac's birthday today, and if he were still alive he'd be 34.
And i think what if?? What if he survived that shooting in Vegas. Well we probably wouldn't have had all these microwave pop-corn commercial rappers running around. We wouldn't have rappers like 50 Cent, Ja Rule, and DMX who imitated Pac either. R.I.P.
Drinkin on gin, smokin on blunts and it's on
Reminisce about my ni###z, that's dead and gone
And now they buried, sometimes my eyes still get blurry
Cause I'm losin all my homies and I worry
I got my back against a brick wall, trapped in a circle
Boxin with them suckers til my knuckles turn purple
Mama told me, "Son there'll be days like this"
Don't wanna think so -- I hit the drink and stay blitzed
We had plans of bein big time G's
Rolling in marked cars, movin them keys
And now I roll up the window, blaze up some indo
Get to' down for my ni##az in the pen, yo
Your son's gettin big and strong
and I'd love'm like one of my own, til you come home and
the years sure fly with the quickness
You do the time, and I'll keep handlin yo' business
That's the way it's supposed to be
Homie, if it was me, you'd do the sh#t for me
Homie, I can remember scrapin back to back
Throwin dogs on them suckers runnin up on this young hog
I hope my words can paint a perfect picture
And let ya know how much a ***** miss ya
Pour out some liquor!
And i think what if?? What if he survived that shooting in Vegas. Well we probably wouldn't have had all these microwave pop-corn commercial rappers running around. We wouldn't have rappers like 50 Cent, Ja Rule, and DMX who imitated Pac either. R.I.P.
Drinkin on gin, smokin on blunts and it's on
Reminisce about my ni###z, that's dead and gone
And now they buried, sometimes my eyes still get blurry
Cause I'm losin all my homies and I worry
I got my back against a brick wall, trapped in a circle
Boxin with them suckers til my knuckles turn purple
Mama told me, "Son there'll be days like this"
Don't wanna think so -- I hit the drink and stay blitzed
We had plans of bein big time G's
Rolling in marked cars, movin them keys
And now I roll up the window, blaze up some indo
Get to' down for my ni##az in the pen, yo
Your son's gettin big and strong
and I'd love'm like one of my own, til you come home and
the years sure fly with the quickness
You do the time, and I'll keep handlin yo' business
That's the way it's supposed to be
Homie, if it was me, you'd do the sh#t for me
Homie, I can remember scrapin back to back
Throwin dogs on them suckers runnin up on this young hog
I hope my words can paint a perfect picture
And let ya know how much a ***** miss ya
Pour out some liquor!
Fo shizzle.
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