| They ain’t ready for this
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| LT Hutton, T. I
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| Ashanti, it’s that new 'Pac y’all
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| Let’s get it, let’s go
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| Pac’s life
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| Everybody talking 'bout Pac’s life
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| What do you know about Pac’s life?
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| Everybody talking 'bout Pac’s life, oh yeah
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| Started with five shots, **** plotting to **** him
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| Never figured that, that same **** sell five million
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| Hit the charts like a mad man nothing but hits
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| Court cases got a **** facing multiple digits
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| Dodging cop cars look how we come so far
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| Picture a high school drop out rolling a double R
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| House full of happiness, **** and drank
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| Way out so when trouble tried to find me can’t
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| Never visioned living longer than my twenty first
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| Thought I’d locked down, cracked out or in the dirt
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| And though it hurts to see the change it comes with the fame
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| Watch them gossip in this silly games
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| To all the mother**** speaking down on me this is the night
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| Why’s everybody caught up In Pac’s life?
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| To all y’all **** conversating on my life
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| Mind your mother**** business
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| Pac’s life
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| Everybody talking 'bout Pac’s life
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| What do you know about Pac’s life?
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| Everybody talking 'bout Pac’s life, oh yeah
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| What’s happening Pac, yeah, I know we never got to meet
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| But we know all the same people so we got to speak
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| You taught me first, fate **** can’t stop a G
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| And all the **** you went through meant a lot to me
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| Yeah watchin' you locked up with him was shame to see
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| You we know the crack came and did the same thing to me
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| I get along with real **** it’s the lane to be
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| Talking loud out of **** tryna bang with me
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| And so I pull it out my pocket let it rain you see
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| Now they all in the courtroom blaming me
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| See we ain’t live the same life but represent the same struggle
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| Power to the real **** death to the suckers
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| Money over ****, get to know 'em for you love 'em
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| Death before dishonor never talk to undercovers
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| Live by the same rules so I minus the tattoo’s
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| With the same sort of dude with he same short fuse
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| Pac’s life
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| Everybody talking 'bout Pac’s life
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| What do you know about Pac’s life?
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| Everybody talking 'bout Pac’s life, oh yeah
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| I want money in large amounts my garage full of cars that bounce
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| Moving my tapes in major weight 'cause every dollar counts
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| Busters is jealous and half these **** is punks
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| They running off at the mouth till I fill it up with my ****
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| They jump my automatic keep 'em weary while you fronting
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| Like you Billy Bad **** **** you scary I been knowing you for years
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| We was high school peers in Junior High
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| I was itching' to **** and you was, ready to die
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| While you bull**** **** was dying and catching cases
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| Busting my automatics at **** in foreign places
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| Leaving no trace, they see my face and then they buried
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| Mr. Makaveli tell me to ride and I’ma ride
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| Pick my enemies out the crowd and **** die
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| It’s not the way I wanna live my **** it’s how it is
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| Only real **** stay on top, word up
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| Pac’s life
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| Everybody talking 'bout Pac’s life
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| What do you know about Pac’s life?
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| Everybody talking 'bout Pac’s life, oh yeah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pac's Life , by - 2Pac. Song from the album Pac's Life, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп