mad drunk, throwin up, fallin down walls lookin like i got mirrors all around laying on the bed i turn my head i see my own body, i aint ready to go yet slap myself, but it feels like cold flesh im startin to fall apart like an old net tryna to call someone the phones dead but now i hear a noise and the tone said sorry gods not here to speak you can leave a message and rest in peace since then i always been awake eyes wide open ill never go to sleep

u went down dis road u missed da warning sign/ u took a wrong turn nd found yourself next to me now ur soul is mine.. nd i find myself in a predicament/ starve u in imprisonment or rip ur tongue out thru ur throat using a surgical instrument.. dis is wat i am after i few shots of penicillin/ inspire horror movies dat will stream in ur lil kid's television.. den dey become da governments devices/ trying to convince dem dat god is walking on earth in disguises/ dam dis world is in 4 big surprises

west up!!!

BIG UP thats sick

@gekkethai - LMAOOOO!!!!!

i realized im wise in disguise uncivilized suprize cot ya gleaming in my eyes high and the lows gimmie doe so i can roll with the moe where my mom at damn laugh hell a blunted witch craft murder norman bates lisa lesley runnin fresh meat messy

can you put pac over this bro?? this shit is sick

hi hi hi YOYOY I LIK TO EAT CANDY ALL DAY LONG WHEN I WAS 3 YEAR OL I GOT RAPED BY MISTA WONG DINGA DING DING DONGG MAHFAKAAA YOYO I RUN DA STREET LICK MY BELLY N WIPE MY ASS WID MY SHEETS I GOT BITCHES ON TWITTA I TATTED MY WHOLE BODY TO BE A NIKKA !

no sticks no stems, no bitch no friends, no brain no aim no pain no gain, if you could see what i see, you'd be the same, bro was hookd to ivs to veins from the game.... the shit just turns you out to go the murder route, and sellin herb to the nerds in doubt

I can picture 2pac rippin this instrumental up

"instead of not goin to sleep,ill send you to sleep," HAHAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

it's that intentonally maniacally man on the rhyme finally time to tear up some shit ma homies get going on the crime I got sum of dat alcoholic in me it's all tight I got sume of dat weed in me its all right I keep pumpin some of dat shit Every fucking night I got 1 single enemy in my rear sight got my hand on my gat ma gat in my hand you lil bitches sinkin quicker than quick sand speakin' of sinking what is you thinkin steppin to me leave yo dead with an eye-blinking WHAT YALL NIGGAZ

Im worried bout demon's checkin ma breathin fiendin for money, smoke,and possibly some hope will i die broke and live a life that was priceless or get rich leave this bitch, suddenly die quick So im stickin every bitch wit ma dick and mark ass trick gets the whole clip i neva slip sometime i may lose grip Then i realign my aim and clench ma fist

this is dope man

Nice flo bro, respect from holland!

dts a shit cut bro u got sum shit intro man haha

yer this sickk!

is this is a real 2pac song - that would be awesome!

this remake is so sick that it's even creepier than the original version. no joke, it's brilliant

fuck fortune and fame superstardem you get tortured and flamed just trying to start shit dont get caught after dark u get tossed on my block my click equipped wit clips from the very start we all hart and ball bustin on u pussie until you all fall buck or be buckd homie play your part

In dese times of days I hav 2 stay cautus no time 2 play jus peep game or becum a target fuk fortun & fame supastardem u get torturd & flamd jus tryin 2 start shit don get caught afta dark u get tosd on my blok my clik equipd wit clips from d very start we all hart & bal bustin on u pussie until u all fal buk or b bukd homy play ur part so now in my 20s glas fild wit heny hands on my semi cokd bak like mutha fucka im redy my wild side driven by anga capturd & cagd fueld my rage 2 dis behavior

| driving on the road here grip the wheel ima bout to peel caps back into black bags sealed| tires squeal as we vacate the premises my edicate is aim n bust treacherous who ever aim at us| out of all the 50 states aint nothing change just different faces and races and sets that they claim| on these streets im a head of my class oh yeah graduated from millimeter nines to 357 mags|

my people toast wit me roastin leaves meet up in the cemetery dont forget the Hennessey| and if u c the ghost of hip hops past dont forget to tell him to bring the homie Pac back| and in new York everybody wanna be the king of lyrics touch the crown and feel the wrath of biggies spirit| the only living legends is snoop dre nas and common for the deceased is one of the reasons we pay homage|

hot shells of led ricochet thru the glass as I blast, ditch my mask huh den I dash| u can trace my bloodline thru my lifestime, extortionists racketeering transfer dollars to euros| family ties in organized crime full of Albanian wise guys on d rise| to power, don beef or u encounter, my heats power when I release a storm of rapid fire| call me a prophet from legendary mcs for bringing hip hop back to where its sposed to be |

The dead rappers I resurrect them daily my lyrical flos like biblical notes of hail mary| I know that u fear me u sucka come near me, I meet u face to face so you can see clearly| that words from ur mouth piece dont threaten me, my remedy when on d ride 4 our enemys|on any curb stoop or block and when im posted up loaden em shells i listen 2 pac | jaws rocked when I rock and roll, homie better stop drop and roll when I lock and load|

good sht

i reason with mathematicians. im a god u can ask magicians shud i cry now or laugh in prisons my mask is big and covering the identity shudda hidden for more centuries ready to release my heat on the streets like an urban meteor. ready to rise naw my thrist inferior? ur kiddin me! on the beach is the only place shells hittin me.

what the hell u should like how u r cuz u bitch thug 4 life shit dont stop

Ya need extend the beat LONGER