Salama Halikoum, Bonjour i'mF²oCarrÉ 🇨🇵 🇲🇦 From France Peace ✌🏽 Very Good Remix 👋🏾 Thanks for Us 🙏🏽 & Thanks for 2PAC For Ever ✌🏽 😇. 👍🏽 ✨ 🌟 ✨ ⚡ Just Continu ⚡ 🔊
[Verse 1] Hit me, I got my Hennessy find ya foes In a room full of niggas tryin' to hide ya hoes I'm gettin' high off buddha 'cause the times be slow I keep my mind on dough you never find me broke And who me? A nigga livin' life like a G And that artillery keepin' niggas off of me I can't sleep livin' in these wicked times, peep Niggas after me 'cause they see I'm stackin' G's and heat You can holler if you want to, please!! I ain't runnin' with no punk crew be, bleed!! Enemies and my range is on, you're in the danger zone My fuckin' game is strong, now hotline You suckas better find ya mind I got mine From hustlin' and bustin' them rhymes To my niggas up in Quentin, down on Rikers Isle Stay rile, but a nigga gotta use his styles [Chorus] These, niggas don't know my style Crooked smile, juvenile, was a problem child Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild Bitch-made ass niggas don't know my style These, niggas don't know my style Crooked smile, juvenile, was a problem child Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild Bitch-made ass niggas don't know my style [Verse 2] I could be wrong but I never got along with cops It's like they stuck from makin' niggas duck from Glocks And all the time, my mind's full of thoughts of ends I'm still rollin' my bucket but I bought me a Benz (tadow) My fake friends say they love me but I know they lie 'Cause in the dark see they hearts full of homicide My mama cried when they took me off to jail Only me inside the cell, straight locked up in this hell I hear some sucker screamin' like the demon's inside Will 'em away in the mornin', only the strong survive I cry, but in my own way swallow my pride Pick a reason to hide from all the niggas that die Cemetery full of brothers I buried it's goin' down Even now I wonder will I still be around My hometown is the gutter I was born a wild I came up out this dust with my heartless style [Chorus] These, niggas don't know my style Crooked smile, juvenile, was a problem child Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild Bitch-made ass niggas don't know my style These, niggas don't know my style Crooked smile, juvenile, was a problem child Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild Bitch-made ass niggas don't know my style [Verse 3] I remember Uptown, run catch a kiss Listenin' to Mr. Magic cuttin' up the hits And even though I had a habit Makin' words rhyme I was caught up in the madness Juvenile thugs come on I tell the whole story nothin' but truth Halloween throwin' eggs from the project roofs And Pete and Lee young G's with a gift of gab Tryna hook up with the hookers who was quick to stab Remember mama's cookin', no school straight hookin' And tryin' to get with light skinned 'cause she good lookin' And jumpin' over turnstiles 'cause we ain't payin' Call the cuties cuss words but we only playin' I'm prayin' I can get a buck no luck I had to move around a lot 'cause my moms was stuck I had family but I was way too wild Had to move to the West to regain my style [Chorus] These, niggas don't know my style Crooked smile, juvenile, was a problem child Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild Bitch-made ass niggas don't know my style (scream) Niggas don't know my style Crooked smile, juvenile, was a problem child Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild Bitch-made ass niggas don't know my style (my nigga scream) Niggas don't know my style Crooked smile, juvenile, was a problem child Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild Bitch-made ass niggas don't know my style (scream) Niggas don't know my style Crooked smile, juvenile, was a problem child Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild Bitch-made ass niggas don't know my style (scream) Niggas don't know my style Crooked smile, juvenile, was a problem child Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild Bitch-made ass niggas don't know my style These, niggas don't know my style Crooked smile, juvenile, was a problem child Try to put me in the mothafuckin' cross, but my force was wild Mothafuckin' bitches
2pac and essentially "Rocky Balboa "...simply awesome
i was searching for the other one (from turbo) but this shits better
😂
Turbo
bro what is turbo
@@radicalrights7130 the movie
Eye of the tiger👆🏻🙏✝️
non stop :D
Super track
È una bomba...spacca alla grande 🤟🤟💯🔝💘
I love this shit
Very good for motivación
Well made loving it that's my kind of music when I'm going for a run fire
Oh Awesome 😎 !!
Salama Halikoum, Bonjour i'mF²oCarrÉ 🇨🇵 🇲🇦 From France Peace ✌🏽 Very Good Remix 👋🏾 Thanks for Us 🙏🏽 & Thanks for 2PAC For Ever ✌🏽 😇. 👍🏽 ✨ 🌟 ✨ ⚡ Just Continu ⚡ 🔊
Sick🔥
💯💥💥💥
Eye of 2pac
Eye of Pac!
Damn! 🔥
When 2 pac died so did rap/ hip hop
No
@Darth Vader Yoda Luke And Obi wan Died bc 2Pac died? Sound like a 2Pac fan for life
That's a ridiculous statement
hope you enjoyed 2024 bc this was a good year for rap
What is the name of the song
I call this beat Will Smith.
On account of it slapping.
굿잡
Whooooa
ناقه جربه تعيش
3rd guy / girl down I fucking agree
16th of June a Gemini a legend
Go loco 2.
0:30🗿💀🥶🖤.
Bomba
sick
Király 2 pack of Tiger Remix
Can you put this on Deezer
Is there any copyright strike plz tell me no cause i wanna use it in my video
Keep it G homito !!???@@@$$$
what is the original title of this 2pac song?
Thug Style
Thug Style
Coni haw mer mero man namat?
진짜 너무 잘하네 ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
2pac balboa
2pac jes git
i want to hit a heavy bag 😂
خطا ديب ذيب
Whats the original 2pac song?
Thug Style
can anyone write lyrics
[Verse 1]
Hit me, I got my Hennessy find ya foes
In a room full of niggas tryin' to hide ya hoes
I'm gettin' high off buddha 'cause the times be slow
I keep my mind on dough you never find me broke
And who me? A nigga livin' life like a G
And that artillery keepin' niggas off of me
I can't sleep livin' in these wicked times, peep
Niggas after me 'cause they see I'm stackin' G's and heat
You can holler if you want to, please!!
I ain't runnin' with no punk crew be, bleed!!
Enemies and my range is on, you're in the danger zone
My fuckin' game is strong, now hotline
You suckas better find ya mind I got mine
From hustlin' and bustin' them rhymes
To my niggas up in Quentin, down on Rikers Isle
Stay rile, but a nigga gotta use his styles
[Chorus]
These, niggas don't know my style
Crooked smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
Bitch-made ass niggas don't know my style
These, niggas don't know my style
Crooked smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
Bitch-made ass niggas don't know my style
[Verse 2]
I could be wrong but I never got along with cops
It's like they stuck from makin' niggas duck from Glocks
And all the time, my mind's full of thoughts of ends
I'm still rollin' my bucket but I bought me a Benz (tadow)
My fake friends say they love me but I know they lie
'Cause in the dark see they hearts full of homicide
My mama cried when they took me off to jail
Only me inside the cell, straight locked up in this hell
I hear some sucker screamin' like the demon's inside
Will 'em away in the mornin', only the strong survive
I cry, but in my own way swallow my pride
Pick a reason to hide from all the niggas that die
Cemetery full of brothers I buried it's goin' down
Even now I wonder will I still be around
My hometown is the gutter I was born a wild
I came up out this dust with my heartless style
[Chorus]
These, niggas don't know my style
Crooked smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
Bitch-made ass niggas don't know my style
These, niggas don't know my style
Crooked smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
Bitch-made ass niggas don't know my style
[Verse 3]
I remember Uptown, run catch a kiss
Listenin' to Mr. Magic cuttin' up the hits
And even though I had a habit
Makin' words rhyme I was caught up in the madness
Juvenile thugs come on
I tell the whole story nothin' but truth
Halloween throwin' eggs from the project roofs
And Pete and Lee young G's with a gift of gab
Tryna hook up with the hookers who was quick to stab
Remember mama's cookin', no school straight hookin'
And tryin' to get with light skinned 'cause she good lookin'
And jumpin' over turnstiles 'cause we ain't payin'
Call the cuties cuss words but we only playin'
I'm prayin' I can get a buck no luck
I had to move around a lot 'cause my moms was stuck
I had family but I was way too wild
Had to move to the West to regain my style
[Chorus]
These, niggas don't know my style
Crooked smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
Bitch-made ass niggas don't know my style (scream)
Niggas don't know my style
Crooked smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
Bitch-made ass niggas don't know my style (my nigga scream)
Niggas don't know my style
Crooked smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
Bitch-made ass niggas don't know my style (scream)
Niggas don't know my style
Crooked smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
Bitch-made ass niggas don't know my style (scream)
Niggas don't know my style
Crooked smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
Bitch-made ass niggas don't know my style
These, niggas don't know my style
Crooked smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the mothafuckin' cross, but my force was wild
Mothafuckin' bitches
Active
I will yous 4 my Training
jajajja
Tech N9ne would fit better on this! Tupac is a GOAT but Tech is The Herder.
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비트딱딱맞는거보소
sick