Solo Lucci - RIP 2Pac lyrics

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(Intro)

Yay tho I walk through the shadow of the valley of death

I shall fear no man, Lord please forgive me

For I'm about to murder my enemies

Amen!

(verse)

Lord bless my soul, I've been fighting that temptation

To pull out the chopper, I ain't a doctor, I ain't got no patients

Sipping that XO, I need a sign to say wet floor cos' I'm wasted

Ball like old folks, so close to Amen, I just say My Gracious

Tinted, I ball like Lace, ain't invite me ________(?)

Me and Louie, me and you masons

I'm killin' niggas, va-ca-cation

And I keep a slow knot, taking ova yo block

Cause I got more spots than a dalmatian

I kick shit like Asians

Yo swag on a vacation

And minds don't take no days off

________(?) when I'm killing like I made out

What's wrong being me? It get payed out

Prolly why I'm on the green like a play God

And I keep an eye, I don't see a dollar sign

Money on my mind, man, all these rappers are the same

Like _____(?) I eat you, _____(?) down like it's Easy 9

Look, I'm 2PAc of my time, Biggie Smalls, just a lil thinner

Summer time away, I shine, when they hear these rhymes

And they just leave when they wanna see that

Drop when it's just ain't far, I remember yo growl

Hanging on my spline, now she's gone

Cash rules everything around me, I'm gettin' that cream

(Hook)

I'm 2PAc of my time, Biggie Smalls just a lil thinner

I'm Pimp C in his grind, I think I'm EazyE on these niggas

And I been on my grind, so my bankroll get a lil thicker

But they don't wanna see a nigga shine

So I'm ridin' with my finger on the trigger

Uh! It's that airport G, I'm thinkin' 2PAc with these niggas

Trapper ballin', I think I'm EazyE on these niggas

I'm ready to die, I think I'm Biggie Smalls with these niggas

Nigga, look, I'mma get rich or die tryin', I'mma ball on these niggas

(Verse 2)

Today I lay me down to sleep

Pray the Lord my soul to keep

And if I die befo' I wake up

Give my brother the gun and my Jacob

Give Pablo all my clothes

Give my nigga Nut all my hoes

Which kin are you, my left bro?

To wish death on my foes?

Tell daddy that I'm sorry

Tell momma that I love her

Give all records to my sister

Give all my bread to my brothers

Give baby J my straps

Give baby D my draws

Get RJ my trap

For all my custoes and my plug

Got Ridalin in all of my veins

Get money all in my brain

Got a white bitch named cocaine

So I put her on the track, no train

I'm Pimp C, I'm EazyE

I'm Biggie Smalls, I'm 2Pac

I'm newschool like new shoes

I'm old school like a true boxer

I bang the same thing as EazyE

My strap black like Chris Wallace

Fuck Thug Life like 2Pac

And I'm Chad Buster in a bitch' pockets

Nigga, that's how I came up

Tampered water here when I change up

Give a damn bout bein' famous

I still flex, juggin' my fingers

(Hook)