Cambatta - Tupac Murder Confession lyrics

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Cambatta - Tupac Murder Confession lyrics

To be the best you gotta beat the best To be a God, then you must be the reason for their breath Or why they meet with d**h You can only live forever if you die And you can only gain it all when you lose it and you have nothing left To sacrifice is to take a life for a greater purpose Sometimes a martyr doesn't know that it's his day for service To k** a king you make him infinite And I just represent the sword of his deliverance I'm confessing to the murder of 2Pac Shakur I started the brawl in that lobby hall I followed his car til it stopped that's when I popped the Glock and shot his door September 7th's when I shocked you all But let me tell you how I got invovled I remember when I got the call it It was ____ He said he need another problem solved Last one was easy, after this one they gonna call us Gods On Allah, getting caught's not a thought Cops and lawyers on the squad, He'll pay me a million dollars large I responded with who's the target mark? But not on the horn, let's discuss its all tommorrow Next day, shopping mall, parking lot, got in car Hoping we could plot it all, but it all was odd And after a long awkward pause.... He said "Pac," I said who? He said "Pac!" I said how? He said "shot" I said when? He said "soon" I said cool Then he said its all depending on you That was one day before the seventh day of June Same week "Hit Em Up" was new, I knew what I would do I'ma play the red against the blue Deceptive in my moves perceptive of the moons Patient, waited til September for the clue Pac will be in Vegas with his henchman and his crew I'm striking preemptively like specialists would do Met a n***a Zip, led me to a crip Keffe D, said he'll help me with the hit for a split He'll even get the whip and won't snitch Told him meet me at the strip, stick to the script don't slip I stole the Glock from a cop that stole the Glock from a box From out of an evidence locker that's locked Pac already shot two cops So it make senses that cops went and shot 2Pac or maybe not d**h was dodged when Pac had his necklace robbed at Quad But God said finish off the job Remember it like yesterday, in my head it plays over like broken records play Sabbath on the seventh day Moon was in a crescent shape Met up at the MGM entrance way Estimate the time around 7-8 Set a fake motive give the Feds a case Jump him when he steps this way, try to make his necklace break Only minutes after the Tyson fight Bruce Seldon ain't the only n***a getting iron mike'd Keffe's brother Baby Lane tried to take his chain Pac hit the n***a hard enough to shake his brain I hit Suge Knight with a punch harder Than the one he caught in LA by Greg Then I fled the scene to the white Cadillac T Brown, Keffe D, Lane got the strap in back Young n***a pa** me that, soon as Pac left We was on him like a taxi cab driven by that Travis cat Hands on the wheel like he trying to do the cabbage patch Pac stopped at the Luxor where his bags was at Switched shirts to the same jersey that he wore In the "How Do You Want It" joint, so I'll be sure to ask him that Got a tip he's headed to the 662 club Soon as he moved we pursued him Red light ahead, on the right side how we pulled up Same time on the left side was these two s*uts Now that they're distracted it's the perfect time to shoot guns Stretch on my new gloves, roll the window down I'm ready Aim it at their black 750 arm strong and steady Let off one shot for every song on the Makaveli (Blaat! Blaat! Blaat!) I'm sorry for your mom Afeni (Blaat! Blaat! Blaat!) I like your aunt Assata heavy (Blaat! Blaat! Blaat!) If you live I hope you go to Cuba (Blaat! Blaat! Blaat!) I hope they got my million dollars ready Grazed Suge's head to show him he ain't God of any Skurt! Then we pulled off like I'm Andretti Took a quick right pa**ed the Glock to Keffe D Hurry to the club, give it to an undercover cop named Reggie First drop me at the telly where I laid low A little later hit the pay phone Called _____ told him that I got him, where the pesos? He told me he ain't dead yet, they still trying to save holmes If he don't die then the bank closed I hung up mad, damn! Pac got them slave bones! Somehow his body eat the bullets when I spray chrome Needed better aim though, 6 more days for him to fade slow Over that time I went insane though Never got the gold at the ending of the rainbow Connected all the angles, like his gold chain rope Euphanasia pendant on it, d**h of an Angel Serpent getting wrestled on it, search and see the message on it Perfectly connecting all it, everything occurring got a 7 on it He was 25 that's 7 Died at 4:03 thats 7 I shot him on the 7th, three numbers everybody out in Vegas wanted It's like someone in heaven trying to send a warning 2Pac reversed is caput or destroyed Shakur flipped around spells ruckus which is noise Noise when destroyed is eternal silence Deaf and d**h sound like the same word recited Are you convinced yet? Blood sacrifice a goat wrong and get hexed I might've conjured too much power for this thin chest Safe to say the past twenty years I been stressed 2Pac Amaru was an Incan King That was beheaded cuz he fought to keep his people free Probably by a n***a just as weak as me I k**ed the cub of a mother Panther that speaks to me She said the day you die your soul will be released to me I know it's you that stuck that diseased needle in Eazy E! The karmas eating me! And I keep another secret deep I'm confessing to the murder of Christopher Wallace It was me squeezing heat at his GMC!