Pac's Life feat. T.I.,Ashanti

Track by2Pac

  • 2006.01.01
  • 3:37


LT Hutton talking) Uh oh, Uh oh, Oh!, Oh!, Oh! They ain't ready for this LT Hutton T.I. Ashanti It'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 him Never figured that, that same nigga sell five million Hit the charts like a mad man nothing but hits Court cases got a nigga facing multiple digits Dodging cop cars look how we come so far Picture a high school drop out Rolling a double R House full of happiness, weed and drank Way out So when trouble tried to find me can't Never visioned living longer than my twenty first Thought I'd locked 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 silly game To all the motherfucker's speaking down on me this is the night Why's everybody caught up In Pac's life? To all y'all niggas Conversating on my life Mind your motherfucking business (Chorus) (Verse Two: T.I) I remember that Ay What's happening Pac Yeah I know we never to meet But we know all the same people so we got to speak You taught me first, fake nigga can't stop a G And all the shit you went through Meant a lot to me But when they locked 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 along with real niggas it's the lane to be Talking loud out of pocket tryna bang with me And so I pull it out my pocket let it rain you see Now they all in the court room blaming me See we ain't live the same life but represent the same struggle Power to the real niggas death to the sucker's Money over bitches, get to know 'em for you love 'em Death before dishonour never talk to undercover's Live by the same rules so I minus the tattoo's With the same sort of dude with he same short fuse (Chorus) (Verse Three: Tupac) I want money in large amounts My garage full of cars that bounce Moving my tapes in major weight cause every dollar counts Busters is jealous and half these niggas is punks They running off at the mouth till I fill it up with my pump They jump my automatic keep 'em weary While you fronting like you Billy Bad Ass Nigga you scary I been knowing you for years We was high school peers In Junior High I was itching' to kill And you was, 'Ready To Die' While you bullshitting niggas was dying and catching cases Busting my automatics at motherfucker's in foreign places Leaving no trace, they see my face and then they buried Bitches die in a hurry Still I ride, I'm never worried Mr. Makaveli tell me to ride and I'ma ride Pick my enemies out the crowd And motherfucker's die It's not the way I wanna live My nigga it's how it is Only real niggas stay on top (Chorus) Why are all you niggas all up in my shit? Tell them motherfucker's Outlawz Fuck all y'all