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So what I wanna do, hopefully is... I wanna be, uhm not a wannabe I am Tupac Shakur! |
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Tupac! |
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2005! |
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Guess who's back? G-G-Guess who's back |
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G-G-Guess who's back? G-G-Guess who's back |
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Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja |
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Everywhere I see, a soulja like me |
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Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja |
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Everywhere I see, a soulja like me |
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Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja |
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Everywhere I see, a soulja like me |
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Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja |
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Everywhere I see, a soulja like me |
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[Verse 1: Tupac] |
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Posse deep as I role through the streets |
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Mother**** the police as we creep, in our Jeeps |
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Layin so long you think I'm asleep |
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But at the slightest beef, I'm robbin niggaz through the teeth |
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And OPD can get the dick if they play tuffy |
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Last time them niggaz rushed me, I aint bust but now I'm touchy |
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Trust me, aint nothing jumpin but these buck shots |
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Them niggaz got enough knots, I'm poppin corrupt cops |
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Ya mother****az catch a hot one |
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You wanted to start a problem, now you coward cops have got one |
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And there's no prison that can hold a |
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Mother****in soulja, ready to role and take control |
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So now I jack 'em while they sleepin |
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Role to the door, through a grenade in the precinct |
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Some people panic, brothers bugged out |
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I had to keep poppin, cuz wouldn't stop until they rugged out |
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And they vest don't protect from the head wounds |
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Reload ammunitions and them bitches will be dead soon |
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Smoke rising from the barrel of my shotty |
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I finally got revenge, now count the bodies |
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20 cops, one for every year in jail |
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Tryin to keep a nigga down, but ya failed |
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Before I let ya take me, I told ya |
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**** being trapped, I'm a soulja |
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[Chorus: Eminem] |
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I betcha that I got something you aint got, that's called courage |
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It don't come from no liquor bottle, it aint scotch, it's not bourbon |
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I don't walk around like no G, cuz that aint me, I'm not that person |
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I don't try to act like you do, cuz that aint you, you just frontin |
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You aint? |
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[Verse 2: Tupac] |
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It's Tupac in the mad bitch |
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In them six-'fo, rag on them thangs, that's a bad bitch |
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Gettin ghosts on them bitches in the town |
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Bustin out the backseat, nigga when we clown |
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Homie is you down? |
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B got the strap and she anxious |
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Hurry up 'fo she spank shit |
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Commin round the corners, spittin rounds |
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They payin homie down |
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Caught them sucka ass bitches outta bounce |
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Now tell me how that sound? |
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A double date laced with hate, make 'em pray for the judgement day |
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Now tell me how that sound? |
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A double date laced with hate, make 'em pray for the judgement day |
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Stinkin BIATCH! |
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[Chorus: Eminem] |
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I betcha that I got something you aint got, that's called courage |
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It don't come from no liquor bottle, it aint scotch, it's not bourbon |
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I don't walk around like no G, cuz that aint me, I'm not that person |
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I don't try to act like you do, cuz that aint you, you just frontin |
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You aint? (Tupac) |
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[Outro: Tupac] |
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Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja |
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Everywhere I see, a soulja like me |
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Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja |
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Everywhere I see, a soulja like me |
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Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja |
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Everywhere I see, a soulja like me |
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Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja |
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Everywhere I see, a soulja like me |