Tupac - Jazeek

Tupac back, Tupac back There's all these bitches screaming that Tupac back All eyes on me, better Picture Me Rollin' Buying brand new rims, but them bitches is stolen Stranded on Death Row, Brenda having my baby But I'm stacking my paper, I need a brand new Mercedes They screaming Tupac back, Tupac back There's all these btiches screaming that Tupac back Huh, Tupac back, I'm 2 glocks strapped Rolling down in Philly this the new Iraq Soon as I hit the the hood they screaming who got wacked It's a recession on the work, I'm screaming who got crack I'm sippin Hennessy, riding on my muthaf-cking enemies Sliding in the back screamin MMG (Maybach Music) 10 bitches and they dime so it's Tennessee Hail Mary, put my wrist on froze Presidential is gold N-gga play with my money my Jeweller lifting his soul 40 kick like in soccer? Bullets hittin' the goal Bitch I'm like John Wall cause I just give em and go Plotting on this new 7, I can picture me rolling Pockets look like they pregnant because them bitches is swollen Got a put my cologne, all them snitches could hold em Look at them muthaf-ckin' wheels, them bitches is stolen They screamin' Tupac back, Tupac back There's all these bitches screaming that Tupac back All eyes on me, better Picture Me Rollin' Buying brand new rims, but them bitches is stolen Stranded on Death Row, Brenda having my baby But I'm stacking my paper, I need a brand new Mercedes They screaming Tupac back, Tupac back There's all these btiches screaming that Tupac back Mommy a soldier, daddy is dead Catch the n-gga that did it, and we gon' carry his head F-ck 911, tell em have him in? Talking Death Row records, tell em have me a chair Let it burn, I'm screaming free my n-gga Earl? He's due in, no hestitation we can't even get a turn And my Mackaveli CD then I listened than I learned Grabbed my Mac above the dresser, my OG's say hold it firm I'm dreaming spitting with Pac, cyphers with BIG Try to send me upstate with the license? Had me scraping ym wax, sleeping, my knife in the bed Got a n-gga on point like there'sa price on my head I going max, got me knocking suckers and they back In the cell, raising hell, tryna get back to the trap But don't ever get it twisted it's Meek Mill spittin' facts PLus somebody said they seen it and they mean it so they steady screaming Tupac back, Tupac back There's all these bitches screaming that Tupac back All eyes on me, better Picture Me Rollin' Buying brand new rims, but them bitches is stolen Stranded on Death Row, Brenda having my baby But I'm stacking my paper, I need a brand new Mercedes They screaming Tupac back, Tupac back There's all these btiches screaming that Tupac back

Yung Lan on the track Yeah, I know how it go (Yeah) You put in your work, you deserve it (Huh?) You realize it was all really worth it (Huh?) You was still on your grind, you put in plenty time And they didn't undstand (Them niggas was sleep) You woke they ass up, but there ain't no alarm And you know who I am (Oh Lord, Jetson Made another one) Ayy who you is, nigga? 'M like the 2Pac of the new shit A hundred thousand hoes And they like the way I do shit I'm the realest nigga rapping And my bitch like Jada Pinkett I'm the fresh prince of my city Shout out Will, no point intended Ayy who you is, nigga? I'm like the 2Pac of the new shit A hundred thousand hoes And they like the way I do shit I'm the realest nigga rapping And my bitch like Jada Pinkett I'm the fresh prince of my city, Shout out Will, no point intended Ayy who you is, nigga? Shout out to Will Smith, I'm a bad boy (Huh) She pretty and she got that ass (Ass) I asked her what she got that ass for (Huh) I told her to shut up and back it up (Shut up) You niggas ain't good You don't rap enough (Nope) Got on a bandana like Bob (Bob) You gon' run up on me in a MAC and coat (Yeah yeah) I couldn't get right, the driver's seat Hop out and switch We gon' fuck in the passenger (Ayy, ayy) And you know I don't flodge when I drop Everything that I drop is a classic, I'm classical And she make that dick disappear like it's magic My bitch, she do magic, she magical (Voila) She came and hopped on my dick on a Saturday Had to hold on, she a savage (Ayy, ayy) Put the bitch on a play Jumping her like LA (Ayy, ayy) Few, few, proud of me I'm tryna deep stroke (Deep stroke) Gettin' hard to hold on, I can't handle it (Yeah) Pull out and bust on her belly (Ugh) Throw up the West, Makaveli (West Side) I get a ride like I'm Pac (Huh) I'ma act like a thot if you let me (Bitch) Ayy who you is, nigga? I'm like the 2Pac of the new shit A hundred thousand hoes And they like the way I do shit I'm the realest nigga rapping And my bitch like Jada Pinkett I'm the fresh prince of my city, Shout out Will, no point intended Ayy who you is, nigga? Ayy who you is, nigga? I'm like the 2Pac of the new shit A hundred thousand hoes And they like the way I do shit I'm the realest nigga rapping And my bitch like Jada Pinkett I'm the fresh prince of my city, Shout out Will, no point intended Ayy who you is, nigga?

Los días más sutiles fueron los más útiles Recuerdo dos cada mes, el resto ya lo olvidé Mi cucho habla en inglés, if you're trying don't stress Ellos quieren tu paz, por eso Tupac is Dead Rolo porros con jazz, es lo que conlleva el rap Compongo bases de trap mientras sampleo boombap Nunca buscar divulgar, estoy en huelga vulgar Dudas mostrar o ocultar, y ya no tienes verdad Y ya no tienes mentira El tono se pierde, el tema se afina Incrementa la tos por quemar y toxinas Desperdicio piscinas, es el precio de Dios no es el precio que fijas Entonces nunca me fío, espero tarimas, ñeblina del frío Ni en el Fifa lo finjo, que lo impriman mis primos Con las primas compramos los gramos y el micro Logramos lo dicho, no hablamos lo hecho Mañana me picho, me vengo en su pecho Un peche despacio, que pase el despecho Mañana al despacho y en un año en un Mercho

(Young Mesh macht die 808) (Juh-Juh-Dee on the beat) Du brauchst das doch genauso Babe, du sagst, dass du mich hasst, aber wartest vor der Tür in deinem Auto Ich bin immer noch am Block, ja, mein Leben läuft genauso Wie an dem Tag, an dem du mich verlassen hast Jetzt willst du bei mir sein, denn ich hab es geschafft Yeah-ih-yeah, ih-yeah-yeah (ah) Siehst mich im Internet und auf Magazin'n Vor mir bist du nett, heimlich redest du viel über mich Ich war doch immer korrekt Dreh ein'n Jib so fett, lass uns beide fliegen Nur du und ich, one-way Malediven, yeah Doch du hast das nicht verdient, yeah Trotzdem kauf ich dir ein'n Diamond-Ring, my baby girl, yeah Auch wenn es mir peinlich ist, für dich werd ich Mörder Ruf mich an, wenn du alleine bist und dein Freund uns nicht hör'n kann Babe, ich kaufe dir ein'n Diamond-Ring Auch wenn du zu mir scheiße bist, yeah-eah, ih-yeah-yeah Babe ist sweet wie Honey, doch liebt nur Money, sie Pifft mein Cali und geht auf Partys, sie Benutzt mein'n Namen, nur um reinzukommen, ja Doch sie erzählt, ich hab mein'n Hype verloren, ja Du schreibst, dass du mich heute Nacht brauchst Und ich Idiot, ich tauch wieder mal auf Denn sie gibt mir sloppy, bis die Zehen sich kraul'n Babe, ich muss dich sehen, mach das Licht noch nicht aus Wiederseh'n Ja, ich will dich doch nur wiederseh'n, Babe Keine andre kann mir diese Liebe geben Ich verdräng dich mit 'nem Liter Bombay Trotzdem kauf ich dir ein'n Diamond-Ring, my baby girl, yeah Auch wenn es mir peinlich ist, für dich werd ich Mörder Ruf mich an, wenn du alleine bist und dein Freund uns nicht hör'n kann Babe, ich kaufe dir ein'n Diamond-Ring Auch wenn du zu mir scheiße bist, yeah-eah, ih-yeah-yeah