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 motherfucker'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 motherfucking 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
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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
motherfucker'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 motherfucker'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 motherfucker's Outlawz
Fuck all y'all