Dj Khaled - I Feel Like Pac / I Feel Like Biggie lyrics

(feat. Diddy, Meek Mill, Rick Ross, T.I. & Swizz Beatz) [Intro: Swizz Beatz] I've been waiting for a long time (how long) Real damn long time (how long) I've been waiting for a long time (how ya feel) Man.. [Hook: Swizz Beatz] I feel like Pac, I feel like Biggie I'm feeling like these hating n***as waiting to get me I'm losing my sleep, I'm losing my mind You know I go hard when it comes to mine I feel like Pac, Biggie, Pac, Biggie [Verse 1: Rick Ross] s**a walk up on me, talking like he know me Ain't no co defendant do my dirt all by my lonely Down south n***a, talking jam pony Rest in Peace to Uncle Al he showed me my first Rollie b**hes want to know me, haters want to show me But I'm so vicious double m worth eighty tickets Cop just pulled me over, caught up in this thing Take my case to trial, my juror Paula Deen I know they hate a n***a but he's such a major n***a Tell the clip the .40 when C.I.A. with us 305 them k**as, Ricky Ross the richest Bel- Air on my table, I talk it then I live it [Hook] [Verse 2: Meek Mill] All of you starve and I eat fast Moussain when I creep past Blacked out I max out with the same same watch on me chain We k**ing n***as no repa** my momma got like 3 Jags You talkin' bout how you ball n***a we really gettin' that street cash Say old money, new work Smell the caine on my new shirt My old g said strap up and don't lay your head where you do dirt And my momma said do school work I was making that tool work And n***as wanted me dead with a whole lot on my head Man they hit Big in the pa**enger, hit Pac in the pa**enger So I'm riding round with this Mac on me And a bunch of shooters in back of us Roll up and you a dead man Head shot when we clapped ya We sellin n***as to the murk em man, and I ain't talkin' bout Erica [Hook] [Verse 3: T.I.] Feel like it's me against the world Bury me a g My middle finger to the world I'm gon' forever be a g p**y n***a want a witness stay armed no Biggie When we get busy no alarms just semis We pour out a lil liquor throw it like straight ballers We cradle to the grave ride when my homie call Give a damn if you me [?] West P When somebody gotta die, we gon' march to the steps They said Brenda had a baby but she left it in the alley One shot that playa hater now we going back to Cali Hit the time n***a I got a story to tell My ambitions as a rider got me ready to die And when we ride on no more paint we go hard as sh** Why you complaining and you wonder why we call you b**h It's an every day struggle n***a me and my b**h It's unbelievable suicide I thought you would get Said f** me warning and the gun don't blast Give me the loot sorry n***a one more chance You know this sh** don't stop Keep these s**er under pressure Only god can judge me shawty I ain't mad at ya [Bridge: T.I.] Ya n***a can't see me A paid thug n***a That's why shawty wanna be me See a kid around around in your town kick in your door I feel like Pac and Biggie love the dough, more than you know [Hook] [Outro: Diddy] Ey yo, how you gon' compare yourself to greatness If you ain't ready to be great, man? Ain't no more to it