Pac's Life Remix Lyrics
| Song | Pac's Life Remix |
| Artist | Tupac |
| Artist | YoungStar |
| Artist | Snoop Dogg |
| Artist | T.I. |
| Album | Pac's Life |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Artist：2Pac/Ashanti/T.I. | |
| [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 mother****er'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 mother****ing 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 mother****er'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 mother****er'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 mother****er's | |
| Outlawz | |
| **** all y'all |
| Artist: 2Pac Ashanti T. I. | |
| 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 mother er' 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 mother ing 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 mother er' 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 mother er' 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 mother er' s | |
| Outlawz | |
| all y' all |
| Artist: 2Pac Ashanti T. I. | |
| 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 mother er' 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 mother ing 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 mother er' 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 mother er' 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 mother er' s | |
| Outlawz | |
| all y' all |
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