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All Eyez On Me now on all streaming platforms: Lyrics: [Intro: 2Pac] Big Syke, 'Nook, Hank, Bogart, Big Sur (yeah) Y'all know how this shit go (you know) All eyes on me Motherf***kin' OG Roll up in the club and shit, is that right? All eyes on me All eyes on me But you know what? [Verse 1: 2Pac] I bet you got it twisted, you don't know who to trust So many player-hatin' ni***s tryna sound like us Say they ready for the funk, but I don't think they knowin' Straight to the depths of Hell is where those cowards goin' Well, are you still down? Ni***, holla when you see me And let these devils be sorry for the day they finally freed me I got a caravan of ni***s every time we ride Hittin' motherf***ers up when we pass by Until I die, live the life of a boss player 'Cause even when I'm high, f*** with me and get crossed later The futures in my eyes, 'cause all I want is cash and thangs A five-double-0 Benz, flauntin' flashy rings, uhh Bitches pursue me like a dream Been known to disappear before your eyes just like a dope fiend It seems, my main thing was to be major paid The game sharper than a motherf***in' razor blade Say money bring bitches, bitches bring lies One ni***'s gettin' jealous and motherf***ers died Depend on me like the first and fifteenth They might hold me for a second, but these punks won't get me We got foe n***s and low riders in ski masks Screamin', “Thug Life“ every time they pass, all eyes on me [Chorus: 2Pac] Live the life of a thug n*** until the day I die Live the life of a boss player (All eyes on me) 'cause even gettin' high All eyes on me Live the life of a thug n*** until the day I die Live the life of a boss player 'cause even gettin' high [Interlude: Big Syke] Hey, to my ni*** 'Pac [Verse 2: Big Syke] So much trouble in the world, ni*** Can't nobody feel your pain The world's changin' every day, time's movin' fast My girl said I need a raise, how long will she last? I'm caught between my woman and my pistol and my chips Triple beam, got some smokers on, whistle as I dip I'm lost in the land with no plan, livin' life flawless Crime boss, contraband, let me toss this Mediocres got a lot of nerve Let my bucket swerve, I'm takin' off from the curb The nervousness neglect make me pack a TEC Devoted to servin' this Moët and pay checks Like Akai satellite, ni***, I'm forever ballin' It ain't right: parasites, triggers, and fleas crawlin' Sucker, duck and get busted, no emotion My devotion is handlin' my business, n***, keep on coastin' Where you goin', I been there, came back as lonely, homie Steady flowin' against the grain, n***s still don't know me It's about the money in this rap shit, this crap shit It ain't funny, ni***s don't even know how to act, shit What can I do? What can I say? Is there another way? Blunts and gin all day, 24 parlay My little homie G, can't you see I'm buster-free? Ni***s can't stand me; all eyes on me [Chorus: 2Pac] Live the life of a thug ni*** until the day I die Live the life of a boss player 'cause even gettin' high All eyes on me All eyes on me Live the life of a thug ni*** until the day I die Live the life of a boss player 'cause even gettin' high All eyes on me Follow Imanbek: Facebook: Instagram: VK :
