"Shakur" lyrics

I'm really 2Pac reincarnated, bro
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
NIgga talk hot, better move first, nigga bust a move
'Cause all my niggas with the drillin' shit, pop out, know I keep a tool
Get ya top knocked off, leg shots had boy runnin' out his what? What?
Look, look

NIgga talk hot, better move first, nigga bust a move (Grrah)
'Cause all my niggas with the drillin' shit, pop out, know I keep a tool (Baow)
Get ya top knocked off, leg shots had boy runnin' out his shoes (Grrah)
Let a fuck nigga try to flex on me, get shot at with your boo (Baow)
Yeah, we send a nigga sky high (High)
Doin' walk-ups and drive-bys (By)
Ain't no friends up in my gang, nigga, only brothers with mob ties (Ties)
All my dogs, yeah we put in pain nigga, ain't no opp nigga survived
If a fuck nigga try to play with 'em, get X'ed out on the spot (Grrah, grrah, grrah, gang)
Got me feelin' like John Gotti

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 bitch 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' shit, yeah (Baow)
I be with them killers who gon' finish it there
And we ain't doin' shit 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 shit is white and rose (Baow, baow, baow)

NIgga talk hot, better move first, nigga bust a move (What?)
'Cause all my niggas with the drillin' shit, 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 fuck nigga try to flex on me, get shot at with your boo (Baow)
Yeah, we send a nigga sky high (What?)
Doin' walk-ups and drive-bys (Skrrt)
Ain't no friends up in my gang, nigga, only brothers with mob ties (Baow)
All my dogs, yeah we put in pain nigga, ain't no opp nigga survived (Who)
If a fuck nigga try to play with 'em, get X'ed out on the spot
Got me feelin' like John Gotti

Got me feelin' like John Gotti
Gotti, Gotti, Gotti (Hahaha)