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I've been waiting for a long time (how long)
Real damn long time (how long)
I've been waiting for a long time (how ya feel)
I feel like Pac, I feel like Biggie
I'm feeling like these hating niggas waiting to get me
I'm losing my sleep, I'm losing my mind
You know I go hard when it comes to mine
I feel like Pac, Biggie, Pac, Biggie
Sucka walk up on me, talking like he know me
Ain't no co defendant do my dirt all by my lonely
Down south nigga, talking jam pony
Rest in Peace to Uncle Al he showed me my first Rollie
Bitches want to know me, haters want to show me
But I'm so vicious double m worth eighty tickets
Cop just pulled me over, caught up in this thing
Take my case to trial, my juror Paula Deen
I know they hate a nigga but he's such a major nigga
Give Chelsea Clinton the .40 when C.I.A. with us
305 the realest, Ricky Ross the richest
Belaire on my table, I talk it then I live it
I feel like Pac, I feel like Biggie
I'm feeling like these hating niggas waiting to get me
I'm losing my sleep, I'm losing my mind
You know I go hard when it comes to mine
I feel like Pac, Biggie, Pac, Biggie
All of you starve and I eat fast
Mulsanne when I creep past
Blacked out I max out with the same same watch on me chain
We killing niggas no repass my momma got like 3 Jags
You talkin' bout how you ball nigga we really gettin' that street cash
Say old money, new work
Smell the caine on my new shirt
My old g said strap up and don't lay your head where you do dirt
And my momma said do school work
I was making that tool work
And niggas wanted me dead with a whole lot on my head
Man they hit Big in the passenger, hit Pac in the passenger
So I'm riding round with this Mac on me
And a bunch of shooters in back of us
Roll up and you a dead man
Head shot when we clapped ya
We sendin niggas to the motherland, and I ain't talkin' bout Africa
I feel like Pac, I feel like Biggie
I'm feeling like these hating niggas waiting to get me
I'm losing my sleep, I'm losing my mind
You know I go hard when it comes to mine
I feel like Pac, Biggie, Pac, Biggie
Feel like it's me
against
the
world
Bury
me
a
g
My middle finger to the
world
I'm gon' forever be a g
Pussy nigga want a witness stay armed no Biggie
When we get busy no alarms just semis
We pour
out
a
lil
liquor throw it like straight
ballers
We cradle
to
the
grave ride when my
homie
call
Give a damn if it mean life or death, whats
beef
When somebody
gotta
die, we gon' march to the steps
They said Brenda
had
a
baby but she left it in the alley
One shot that playa
hater now we going
back
to
Cali
Hit the time nigga I
got
a
story
to
tell
My ambitions
as
a
rider got me ready
to
die
And when
we
ride on no
more
pain we
go
hard as shit
Why you complaining and you wonder why we call you bitch
It's an every day struggle nigga me
and
my
bitch
It's unbelievable suicide
thoughts you would get
Said fuck me warning and the gun don't blast
Give
me
the
loot sorry nigga one
more
chance
You know this shit don't stop
Keep these sucker under pressure
Hollerin' only
god
can
judge
me shawty I
aint mad at ya"
Got my mind made up
Ya nigga "cant
see
me
A paid thug nigga
That's why shorty
wanna
be me
See a kid around around in your town kick in your door
I feel like Pac and Biggie love
the
dough, more than you know
I feel like Pac, I feel like Biggie
I'm feeling like these hating niggas waiting to get me
I'm losing my sleep, I'm losing my mind
You know I go hard when it comes to mine
I feel like Pac, Biggie, Pac, Biggie
Ey yo, how you gon' compare yourself to greatness
If you ain't ready to be great, man?
Ain't no more to it
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