Eli Fross - Shakur lyrics

[Intro] I'm really 2Pac reincarnated, bro (Great John on the beat, by the way) ni**a talk hot, better move first, ni**a bust a move 'Cause all my ni**as with the drillin' sh*t, pop out, know I keep a tool Get ya top knocked off, leg shots had boy runnin' out his what? What? Look, look [Chorus] ni**a talk hot, better move first, ni**a bust a move (Grrah) 'Cause all my ni**as with the drillin' sh*t, pop out, know I keep a tool (Baow) Get ya top knocked off, leg shots had boy runnin' out his shoes (Grrah) Let a fu*k ni**a try to flex on me, get shot at with your boo (Baow) Yeah, we send a ni**a sky high (High) Doin' walk-ups and drive-bys (By) Ain't no friends up in my gang, ni**a, only brothers with mob ties (Ties) All my dogs, yeah we put in pain ni**a, ain't no opp ni**a survived If a fu*k ni**a try to play with 'em, gеt X'ed out on the spot (Grrah, grrah, grrah, gang) Got me feelin' likе John Gotti [Verse] You get popped if you movin' wocky You get stepped on, ain't no stress homie, get knocked down, no problem (Gang) And this Spanish b*tch call me papi (Grrah) Beat the cat up, not stoppin' (Hahaha) All black, dressed like Batman, tell bro it's time to go robbin' (Free Dev) And we've been killin' sh*t, yeah (Baow) I be with them killers who gon' finish it there And we ain't doin' sh*t fair Boy you wanna fight, come fight these bullets then, yeah He got that work, then gimme that, this ain't no pitty-pat (Gang gang gang gnag) I be with them wolves that hunt you down, there ain't no duckin' that You'll be a lost soul, flyin' around for all that chitty-chat And when these hollows come and send you down, there ain't no comin' back I know you see a squad full of killers, but we got freaky hoes You know this a Corona-free party, so just don't come with clothes (Gang, gang) Feds be tryna get you, they watchin', you know I'm duckin' those Eighty thousand bands up on my neck, this sh*t is white and rose (Baow, baow, baow) [Chorus] ni**a talk hot, better move first, ni**a bust a move (What?) 'Cause all my ni**as with the drillin' sh*t, pop out, know I keep a tool (Grrah, grrah) Get ya top knocked off, leg shots had boy runnin' out his shoes (Run, run, run, run, run) Let a fu*k ni**a try to flex on me, get shot at with your boo (Baow) Yeah, we send a ni**a sky high (What?) Doin' walk-ups and drive-bys (Skrrt) Ain't no friends up in my gang, ni**a, only brothers with mob ties (Baow) All my dogs, yeah we put in pain ni**a, ain't no opp ni**a survived (Who) If a fu*k ni**a try to play with 'em, get X'ed out on the spot Got me feelin' like John Gotti [Outro] Got me feelin' like John Gotti Gotti, Gotti, Gotti (Hahaha)