Pac's Life (Featuring: Ashanti)

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Pac's Life (Featuring: Ashanti)

Artist: 2Pac

Album: Pac's Life

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Lyrics

(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
(Tupac is the king, well let em pop)
What do you know about Pac's life
(What do you know? What do you know?)
(Only real n***** stay on top)
Everybody talking 'bout Pac's life
(Outlawz)

Verse One: Tupac

It started with FIVE shots, n***** plotting to kill him
Never figured that, that same n**** sell five million
Hit the charts like a mad man nothing but hits
Court cases got a n**** 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 be 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 motherf****** speaking down on me this is the night
Why's everybody caught up In Pac's life?
To all y'all n*****
Conversating on my life
Mind your motherf****** business

Chorus

Verse Two: T.I

I remember that
(outlawz)
Ay
What's happening Pac
Yeah I know we never got to meet
But we know all the same people so we got to speak
He taught me fair, fake n**** can't stop a G
And all the shit you went through
Meant a lot to me
But why they locked you up for nothing was a shame to see
You know the crack came and did the same thing to me
I get along with real n***** 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 n****, death to the sucker
Money over b******, get to know 'em for you love 'em
Death before dishonour never talk to undercover's
Live by the same rules so minus the tattoo
We're the same sort of dude with the 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 n***** 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
N**** 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 n***** was dying and catching cases
Busting my automatics at motherf****** in foreign places
Leaving no trace, they see my face and they burie
B****** 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 motherf***** die
It's not the way I wanna live
My n**** it's how it is
Only real n***** stay on top
Word up!

Chorus

Why y'all n***** all up in my shit?
Tell the motherf******
Outlawz
Fuck all y'all


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Last Updated: April 14, 2009 at 1:50 pm
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