Pac's Life

Uh oh, uh oh

Oh, oh

They ain't ready for this

Uh huh

LT Hutton, Snoog Dogg, T.I.

It's that new Pac yall

Uh oh, let's get it, Oh!

Pac's Life (Yeah, uh huh)

Everybody talk about Pac's Life (And you ain't even know the homie)

But what do you know about Pac's Life? (What you know about Pac's Life?) Yeah

Everybody talk about Pac's Life (Outlaw, Outlaw, yeah)

Started with five shots, niggaz plottin' to kill em'

Never figured that, that same nigga'd sell five million

Hit the charts like a madman nothin' but hits

Court cases got a nigga facin' multiple digits

Dodgin cop cars look at how we come so far

Picture a high school dropout rollin' the double R

House full of happiness weed and drink

Way out sortin' trouble tryna find me king

Never pictured livin' longer than my twenty-first

Thought I'd be locked down, cracked out or in the dirt

And though it hurt's to see the change

It comes with the fame

Why we gossip in the silly games

To all the motherfuckers speakin down on me -

This is the night, Why is everybody caught up in Pac's Life

To all ya'll niggaz, conversatin' on my life

Mind your motherfuckin' business!

When we first hung out together, I met you with the homie

We had no intentions of becoming homies

But at no time at all, you became my dog

You showed me how to roll blunts, we used to bounce and ball

I was living on Bush in the pent house suites

Had my lil' cousin Daz hook you up with some beats

It was Outlaw, Dogg Pound, Death Row Records, man we tore up the town

Snoop Dogg and Dr. Dre and now we got Pac, it felt like a drizzeam

Remember when I told Suge to put you on the tizzeam

And you know that I was true

Cause I took the focus off of me to put 'All Eyez On you'

And we became the most hunted together, '2 of Amerikaz Most Wanted'

And our relationship was genuwine

Wanna know how I know about Pac's Life? Cause was a friend of mine

Ey, what's happenin Pac' yeah I know we never got to meet

But we know all the same people so we got the speed

You taught me first -- a fake nigga can't stop a G

And all that shit you went through meant alot to me

Watchin you lockin up with him, was a shame to see

You know crack in the business did the same thing to me

I get along with real niggaz, it's a lane to be

Talkin' loud outta pocket tryna bang wit' me

Well so I'm pullin' out my pocket, let it rain ya' see

Now they all in the court room, blamin' me

See we lived the same life and represent the same struggle

Power to the real nigga death to the sucker

Money over bitches get to know em' before you love em'

Death before dishonor never talk to under-covers

Live by the same rules, so my wrist's tattooed

With the same sorta' dude, with the same short fuse