2pac Pac’s Life Remix Lyrics

Pac’s Life Remix Lyrics

Uh oh, Uh oh, Oh!, Oh!, Oh! 

They ain't ready for this 

LT Hutton


T.I 

Ashanti 

It's that new 'Pac y'all 



(Chorus: Ashanti) 



Pac's life 

(Everybody need's to chill)


Everybody talking 'bout Pac's life 

(It's Tupac the king) 

What do you know about Pac's life 

(What do you know? What do you
know?) 

(Only real niggas stay on top) 

Everybody talking 'bout
Pac's life 

(Outlawz) 



(Verse One: Tupac) 



Started with five shots, niggas plotting to kill him 

Never figured
that, that same nigga sell five million 

Hit the charts like a mad man
nothing but hits 

Court cases got a nigga 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 tried to find me can't 

Never
visioned living longer than my twenty first 

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

And though it hurts to see the change 

It comes with the fame 

Watch them gossip in this silly game 

To
all the motherfucker's speaking down on me this is the night 

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

To all y'all niggas 

Conversating on my life 

Mind your motherfucking business 



(Chorus) 



(Verse Two: T.I) 



I remember that 

Ay 

What's happening Pac 

Yeah I know we never to meet 

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

You taught me first, fake
nigga can't stop a G 

And all the shit you went through 

Meant a
lot to me 

But when they locked you up for for nothing it was shame to
see 

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

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

Talking loud out of pocket
tryna bang with me 

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


Now they all in the court room blaming me 

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

Power to the real niggas death
to the sucker's 

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

Death before dishonour never talk to undercover's 

Live by the same
rules so I minus the tattoo's 

With the same sort of dude with he same
short fuse 



(Chorus) 



(Verse Three: Tupac) 



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 niggas is punks 

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

They jump my automatic keep 'em
weary 

While you fronting like you Billy Bad Ass 

Nigga 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 bullshitting niggas was dying and catching cases 

Busting my automatics at motherfucker's in foreign places 

Leaving no
trace, they see my face and then they buried 

Bitches die in a hurry 

Still I ride, I'm never worried 

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

Pick my enemies out the crowd 

And motherfucker's die 

It's not the way I wanna live 

My nigga it's how it is 

Only real
niggas stay on top 



(Chorus) 



Why are all you niggas
all up in my shit? 

Tell them motherfucker's 

Outlawz 

Fuck
all y'all