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2Pac 2Pac Greatest Hits

Come on, come on I see no changes, wake up in the morning and I ask myself Is life worth living, should I blast myself? I'm tired of bein' poor and even

Making niggas die, witnessin' breathless imperfections Can you picture my specific plan to be the man in this wicked land Under handed hits are planned

city of Compton We keep it rockin', we keep it rockin' Now let me welcome everybody to the wild, wild west A state that's untouchable like Elliot Ness The track hits

Rest in peace to my mothafucka biggie smalls That's right boy, it's goin' on Right here, thug life God bless the dead God bless the dead and buried nigga

me tell a nigga how ya want it How do you want it? [Chorus 2X] [2Pac] How you want it? Yeah my nigga Johnny J Yeah, we out [Chorus] [2Pac] Tell me [Chorus] [2Pac

kill Fuck with me and get your caps peeled You know what you see Grab your glocks when you see 2Pac Call the cops when you see 2Pac Who shot me, but

2Pac] It's just me against the world [girl] Me against the world [2Pac] Cause it's just me against the world baby [girl] Hey!! [2Pac] Me against

I ain't, mad, at cha [2Pac:] (I ain't mad at cha) I ain't, mad, at cha [2Pac:] (A true down ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha) [Verse Three: 2Pac] Well

of the Motherfuckin south. (Huh, what? I'm T.I.P nigga.) Picture that, nigga. (Try me then nigga. King of the South.) I ain't got no hits. Nigga, kiss