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I Feel Like Pac / I Feel Like Biggie (Explicit) - DJ Khaled/Rick Ross/Meek Mill/T.I./Swizz Beatz/Diddy (吹牛老爹)
(feat Rick Ross Meek Mill T I Swizz Beatz & Puff Daddy)
DJ Khaled
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)
Man
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 ni**a talking jam pony
Rest in Peace to Uncle
Al he showed me my first Rollie
B**ches 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 ni**a
But he's such a major ni**a
Tell the clip the 40 when C I A with us
305 them killas Ricky Ross the richest
Bel- Air 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
Moussain 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 ni**a
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 sellin niggas to the murk em man
And I ain't talkin' bout Erica
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
P**sy ni**a 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 you me West P
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 ni**a I got a story to tell
My ambitions as a rider got me ready to die
And when we ride on
No more paint we go hard as sh*t
Why you complaining
And you wonder why we call you b**ch
It's an every day struggle ni**a me and my b**ch
It's unbelievable suicide I thought you would get
Said f**k me warning and the gun don't blast
Give me the loot sorry ni**a one more chance
You know this sh*t don't stop
Keep these sucker under pressure
Only god can judge me shawty I ain't mad at ya
I ain't mad at
Ya ni**a can't see me
A paid thug ni**a
That's why shawty 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