Takeoff - 2Pac & Biggie lyrics

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Takeoff - 2Pac & Biggie lyrics

[Hook: Takeoff] I'm the next 2Pac and Biggie Scaled dope for 2Pac, pockets on Biggie Pop a molly have you shaking like that n***a Diddy Your pockets fat but now they slim, call it Missy [Verse 1: Takeoff] I got that Bobby Brown but I ran out of Whitney Still got some Brittney, got a lot of Lindsey Citgo on 48, come get this Julius Erving Smoking Larry Kush and we call it Eddie Murphy And I keep my circle tight, like a virgin Black and grey old Cutla**, George Gervin f** your mama make you made, call me Melvin Drugged up I'm bout to overdose, call me Elvis The world is mine I feel like Scarface I'm f**ing hoes I feel like Babyface I know some migos put a scar on your face That b**h bad she got a baby face Her a** fat but she got a baby waist That's my lil' boo thang, I call her Babycakes Bout to go to the j**eler, call up TV Johnny Want Takeoff to do a show? Gon' cost some TV money [Hook x3: Takeoff] I know junkies in the street selling DVDs Mp3's, I know n***as who sell M-16s Got a plug thats talking them bricks, dealing with Yao Ming Got a plug on that gas, and that lean [Verse 2: Quavo] I know junkies that will k**, for a bump I know n***as that finesse pigeons out the trunk Lil' goons on the block like a 9 to 5 I know J's that cut your gra** just for a dime I know hoes that sell they soul for bankroll Same b**h in high school, she act like I don't know her Birds flyin' in, just for the summer season Coca so good, had the junkies nose bleeding Junky clean my rims, rake my leaves, wash my car Cause he know I got that pack take him off to Mars I ask lil' mama have she ever rolling off them bars She s** me up then call my phone askin' for them bars Feds calling up my phone saying that I'm selling squares Selling birds, selling pigeons, flying to Brazil Feds calling up my phone saying that I'm selling squares Selling birds, selling pigeons, flyin' to Brazil [Hook x3] [Verse 3: Offset] Plug across the water, I'm taking a vacation Plug helping me eat, Army salvation Your b**h with me (What time it is?)...penetration And I f**ed her so good she hyperventilating International J's some be Haitian some be Asian Quarterback vision, you can call me Peyton J's at the Texaco working like they slaving Working with the soda, its already baking Fiends crave it, fiends itching like its poison ivy Moving all these d**, CVS should gon' and hire me Shake and bake on a plug, call it Ricky Bobby Sylvester Stallone on my wrist cause it rocky Some fiends like the mollies, some fiend like the icies Some fiend like the xans, white like Klu Klux Klan My money be piling, my goons move silent My goons be violent, finesse I'm outtie [Hook x3]