Pac's Life (feat. T.I. & Ashanti)

They ain't ready for this

LT Hutton, T.I.

Ashanti, it's that new 'Pac y'all

Let's get it, let's go

Pac's life

Everybody talking 'bout Pac's life (Everybody need to chill)

(Tu Pac was king) What do you know about Pac's life?

(Only real **** stay on top) Everybody talking 'bout Pac's life (Oh yeah)

Started with five shots, **** plotting to kill him

Never figured that, that same **** sell five million

Hit the charts like a mad man nothing but hits

Court cases got a **** facing multiple digits

Dodging cop cars look how we come so far

Picture a high school drop out rolling a double R

House full of happiness

Weed and drank, way out so when trouble try to find me, can't

Never visioned living longer than my twenty first

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

And though it hurts to see the change, it comes with the fame

Watch for gossip in the silly games

To all the motherfuckers speaking down on me this is the night

Why's everybody caught up in Pac's life?

To all y'all **** conversating on my life

Mind your motherfuckin' business

Pac's life

Everybody needs to chill (Everybody talk 'bout Pac's life)

What do you know about Pac's life?

Only real **** stay on top (Everybody talk 'bout Pac's life)

I remember that

What's happening Pac, yeah, I know we never got to meet

But we know all the same people so we got to speak

You taught me first, fate **** can't stop a G

And all the shit you went through meant a lot to me

Yeah watchin' you locked up with him was shame to see

You know, the crack came and did the same thing to me

I get along with real ****, it's the lane to be

Talking loud out of tryna bang with me

And so I pull it out my pocket let it rain you see

Now they all in the courtroom blaming me

See we ain't live the same life, but represent the same struggle

Power to the real ****, death to the suckers

Money over bitch, get to know 'em for you love 'em

Death before dishonor never talk to undercovers

Live by the same rules so I minus the tattoos

With the same sort of dude, with the same short fuse

Pac's life

Everybody needs to chill (Everybody talk 'bout Pac's life)

What do you know about Pac's life?

Only real **** stay on top (Everybody talk 'bout Pac's life)

I want money in large amounts, my garage full of cars that bounce

Moving my tapes in major weight 'cause every dollar counts

Busters is jealous and half these **** is punks

They running off at the mouth till I fill it up with my fist

They jump my automatic keep 'em weary while you fronting

Like you Billy Bad ass **** you scary I been knowing you for years

We was high school peers in Junior High

I was itching to kill and you was, ready to die

While you bullshitin' **** was dying and catching cases

Busting my automatics at motherfuckers in foreign places

Leaving no trace, they see my face and they buried

Bitches die in a hurry still I ride, I'm never worried

Mr. Machiavelli tell me to ride and I'ma ride

Pick my enemies out the crowd and motherfuckers die

It's not the way I wanna live my **** inside it's how it is

Only real **** stay on top

Word up

Pac's life

Everybody needs to chill (Everybody talk 'bout Pac's life)

Why ya'll **** all up in my shit?

What do you know about Pac's life?

Tell 'em motherfuckers

Everybody talking 'bout Pac's life

Fuck all ya'll