Lyrics
T.I.
[2Pac]
Everybody needs to chill
Player haters
Want to see me dead
Only real n****s
Stay on top
All these n****s
Be mad as s***
Cause they can't live
Like Pac
[2Pac]
Started with five shots
Never drop the killer
Never figured that
That same n****
Sell five million
Hit the charts
Like a mad man
Nothin' but hits
Court cases
Got a n****
Facin' multiple digits
Dodgin' cop cars
Look how we came
So far
Picture a high school
Drop out
Rollin' a double are
House full of happiness
Weed and drank
Way out
So it's local
Try to finally came
Never visioned
Livin' longer
Than my twenty-first
Thought I would
Be locked down
Cracked out
Or in the dirt
And though it hurts
To see a change
It comes with the fame
Watch for gospel
In this silly game
To all the muthaf***as
Speakin' down on me
This is the night
Why is everybody
Caught up
In Pac's life
[2Pac]
Why are all you n****s
Up on s***
( To all y'all n****s )
F*** all y'all
My life
This is Pac's life
And everybody needs to chill
'Cause this is Pac's life
Player haters want
To see me killed
Pac's life
Only real n****s
Stay on top
Now all these n****s
Mad at me
Cause they can't live
Like Pac
Written by HARRIS, CLIFFORD / SHAKUR, TUPAC / HUTTON, LENTON / DOUGLAS, ASHANTI / ARNAUD, DELMAR / BEALE, MUTAH / COOPER, RUFUS / COX, KATARI / GREENIDGE, MALCOLM / JACKSON, JOHNNY / BROWN, RICARDO
Published by Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Lyrics Provided By LyricFind Inc.
[2Pac]
Everybody needs to chill
Player haters
Want to see me dead
Only real n****s
Stay on top
All these n****s
Be mad as s***
Cause they can't live
Like Pac
[2Pac]
Started with five shots
Never drop the killer
Never figured that
That same n****
Sell five million
Hit the charts
Like a mad man
Nothin' but hits
Court cases
Got a n****
Facin' multiple digits
Dodgin' cop cars
Look how we came
So far
Picture a high school
Drop out
Rollin' a double are
House full of happiness
Weed and drank
Way out
So it's local
Try to finally came
Never visioned
Livin' longer
Than my twenty-first
Thought I would
Be locked down
Cracked out
Or in the dirt
And though it hurts
To see a change
It comes with the fame
Watch for gospel
In this silly game
To all the muthaf***as
Speakin' down on me
This is the night
Why is everybody
Caught up
In Pac's life
[2Pac]
Why are all you n****s
Up on s***
( To all y'all n****s )
F*** all y'all
My life
This is Pac's life
And everybody needs to chill
'Cause this is Pac's life
Player haters want
To see me killed
Pac's life
Only real n****s
Stay on top
Now all these n****s
Mad at me
Cause they can't live
Like Pac
Written by HARRIS, CLIFFORD / SHAKUR, TUPAC / HUTTON, LENTON / DOUGLAS, ASHANTI / ARNAUD, DELMAR / BEALE, MUTAH / COOPER, RUFUS / COX, KATARI / GREENIDGE, MALCOLM / JACKSON, JOHNNY / BROWN, RICARDO
Published by Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Lyrics Provided By LyricFind Inc.
