L.T. Hutton - Pac's Life lyrics

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L.T. Hutton - Pac's Life lyrics

Uh oh, uh oh, oh! Oh! Oh! They ain't ready for this L.T. Hutton T.I Ashanti It's that new 'Pac, y'all [Hook: Ashanti] Pac's life (Everybody needs to chill) Everybody talkin' 'bout Pac's life (It's 2Pac the king) What do you know about Pac's life? (What do you know? What do you know?) (Only real n***as stay on top) Everybody talkin' 'bout Pac's life (Outlawz) [Verse 1: 2Pac] Started with five shots, n***as plottin' to k** him Never figured that, that same n***a sell five million Hit the charts like a mad man nothin' but hits Court cases got a n***a facing multiple digits Dodgin' cop cars look how we come so far Picture a high school drop out Rollin' 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 be 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 motherf**er's speaking down on me this is the night Why's everybody caught up in Pac's life? To all y'all n***as, conversating on my life Mind your motherf**ing business [Hook] [Verse 2: T.I] I remember that Ay What's happening Pac Yeah I know we never got to meet But we know all the same people so we got to speak You taught me first, fake n***a can't stop a G And all the sh** you went through Meant a lot to me But when they locked you up for nothing it was shame to see You we know the crack came and did the same thing to me I get along with real n***as 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 n***as d**h to the s**er's Money over b**hes, get to know 'em for you love 'em d**h 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 the same short fuse [Hook] [Verse 3: 2Pac] 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 n***as 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 n***a you scary, I been knowing you for years We was high school peers, in Junior High I was itching' to k**, and you was, 'Ready To Die' While you bullsh**ting n***as was dying and catching cases Busting my automatics at motherf**er's in foreign places Leaving no trace, they see my face and then they buried b**hes die in a hurry, still I ride, I'm never worried Mr. Makaveli tell me to ride and I'mma ride Pick my enemies out the crowd, and motherf**er's die It's not the way I wanna live, my n***a it's how it is Only real n***as stay on top [Hook] Why are all you n***as all up in my sh**? Tell them motherf**er's Outlawz f** all y'all