Shakur

(álbum: The Book Of Eli - 2021)

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 drilling shit, pop out, know I keep a tool
Get ya top knocked off, leg shots had boy running out his what? What?
Look, look

NIgga talk hot, better move first, nigga bust a move (Grrah)
'Cause all my niggas with the drilling shit, pop out, know I keep a tool (Baow)
Get ya top knocked off, leg shots had boy running 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)
Doing 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 feeling like John Gotti

You get popped if you moving 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 stopping (Hahaha)
All black, dressed like Batman, tell bro it's time to go robbing (Free Dev)
And we've been killing shit, yeah (Baow)
I be with them killers who gon' finish it there
And we ain't doing 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 ducking that
You'll be a lost soul, flying around for all that chitty-chat
And when these hollows come and send you down, there ain't no coming 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 watching, you know I'm ducking 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 drilling shit, pop out, know I keep a tool (Grrah, grrah)
Get ya top knocked off, leg shots had boy running 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?)
Doing 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 feeling like John Gotti

Got me feeling like John Gotti
Gotti, Gotti, Gotti (Hahaha)