I Feel Like Pac / I Feel Like Biggie

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 mind2

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 codefendant do my dirt all by my lonely

Down south nigga, talking Jam Pony

Rest in Peace to Uncle Al, he showed me my first Rollie

Bitches want to know me, haters want to show me

But I'm just 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 Deen5

I know they hate a nigga but he's such a major nigga

Give Chelsea Clinton the .44 when C.I.A. was with us

305 the realest, Ricky Ross the richest

Belaire on my table, I talk it then I live it

Ay yo, don't be afraid to be great motherfuckers, let's go

All you starve and I eat fast, Mulsanne when I creep past

Blacked out, I max out, with the same watch on Meech hand

We killing niggas no repents, my momma got like three Jags

You talkin' bout you a baller, nigga we really gettin' that street cash

Say old money, new work, smell the 'caine on my new shirt

My OG said strap up and don't lay your head where you do dirt2

And my momma said do school work, I was making that tool work

And niggas wanted me dead with a whole all in 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, you a dead man, headshots when we clap at ya3

We sendin niggas to the motherland, and I ain't talkin' bout Africa

Feel like it's me against the world, bury me a G

My middle finger to the world, I'm gon' forever be a G3

Pussy nigga want a witness, stay armed, no Biggie

When we get busy, no alarms, just semis

We pour out a little liquor, thug life, straight balling3

We cradle to the grave, ride when my homie call

Give a damn if it mean life or death, what's beef?

When somebody gotta die, we gon' march to the street

They said Brenda had a baby but she left it in the alley

One shot that playa hater now we going back to Cali5

Hypnotize niggas, I got a story to tell

My ambitions as a rider got me "ready to die5

And when we ride on no more pain, we go hard as shit

Why you complaining and you wonder why we call you bitch

It's an every day struggle nigga, me and my bitch

It's unbelievable suicidal thoughts you would get

Said fuck me warning and the gun don't blast

Give me the loot, sorry nigga, give me one more chance

You know this shit don't stop, keep these suckers under pressure

Hollerin' only God can judge me shawty, I ain't mad at ya

Got my mind made up, you nigga "can't see me"

A paid thug nigga, that's why shorty 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

Ay yo, how you gon' compare yourself to greatness

If you ain't ready to be great, man?

Ain't no more to it