Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tupac Back, artist - Meek Mill. Date of issue: 22.05.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Tupac Back |
| Tupac back, Tupac back |
| There’s all these bitches screaming that Tupac back |
| All eyes on me, better Picture Me Rollin' |
| Buying brand new rims, but them bitches is stolen |
| Stranded on Death Row, Brenda having my baby |
| But I’m stacking my paper, I need a brand new Mercedes |
| They screaming Tupac back, Tupac back |
| There’s all these bitches screaming that Tupac back |
| Huh, Tupac back, I’m 2 Glocks strapped |
| Rolling down in Philly this the new Iraq |
| Soon as I hit the the hood they screaming who got wacked |
| It’s a recession on the work, I’m screaming who got crack |
| I’m sippin Hennessy, riding on my muthafucking enemies |
| Sliding in the back screamin MMG (Maybach Music) |
| 10 bitches and they dime so it’s Tennessee |
| Hail Mary, put my wrist on froze |
| Presidential is gold, nigga play with my money my shooters lifting his soul |
| 40 kick like in soccer, bullets hitting the goal |
| Bitch I’m like John Wall cause I just give em and go |
| Plotting on this new 7, I can picture me rolling |
| Pockets look like they pregnant because them bitches is swollen |
| Got a clip I can loan, all them snitches could hold em |
| Look at them muthafuckin' wheels, them bitches is stolen |
| They screamin'… |
| Mommy a soldier, daddy is dead |
| Catch the nigga that did it, and we gon' carry his head |
| Fuck 911, tell em have him in? |
| Talking Death Row records, tell em have me a chair |
| Let it burn, I’m screaming: «Free my nigga Earl!» |
| He’s due in, no hestitation we can’t even get a turn |
| Copped my Mackaveli CD then I listened than I learned |
| Grabbed my Mac above the dresser, my OG’s say hold it firm |
| I’m dreaming spitting with Pac, cyphers with BIG |
| Try to send me upstate with the license? |
| Had me scraping my wax, sleeping, my knife in the bed |
| They got a nigga on point like there’sa price on my head |
| I going max, got me knocking suckers and they back |
| In these cells, raising hell, tryna get back to the trap |
| But don’t ever get it twisted it’s Meek Mill spittin' facts |
| Plus somebody said they seen it |
| And they mean it so they steady screaming |