Jay Dahm - Just Like 2pac

The streets silent
Nobody speakin for em
So let this Tec beat
Travel through the speaker for em
Discuss the real Creek
Regardless of what come from it
A bunch of broke Dboy rappers
And young runners
I seen whole hoods indicted
Over one summer
Three or four niggas
Who died over one woman
Pause if you come from it
Like I hung a picture
I'll help you visualize
The pain and the hunger nigga
I was sixteen
Already seen death
We had a thick team
Now it's like three left
See me in split screen
I got my Hood side
That Death Row shit
Call it my Suge side
It's just business
The kush christmas
I need some cookies and milk
The bag gifted
And shorty nag and get mad
When the bag get here
Fuck feelings
Get money is the motto this year

My life real you can't ad lib it
Now this street shit is marketable
Even the fags feel it
As far as real
I'm the last nigga
They'll probably kill me on the passenger
Just like 2pac
My life real you can't ad lib it
Now this street shit is marketable
Even the fags feel it
As far as real
I'm the last nigga
They'll probably kill me on the passenger
Just like 2pac

Yall worse than 50 Cent
All these rat'n rappers
Shout out to Trick Trick
I'ma start slap'n rappers
We can play connect
I'll point plastic at you
Stop the disrespect
For somethin drastic happen
All I want is neck
Cause I aint got no magnum wrapper
Her gag reflexes the best
I was flabbergasted
I'm like a war vet
I think I'm shell shocked
I need a froze chest
Cause they say hell hot
Somebody tell Pac
Aint no more thugs
Aint nobody ridin
Aint no more love
Shit been slow for awhile
Aint no more plugs
Niggas killed a couple esse's
And stole drugs
I miss the old us
Summer time in the Hood
Lunch time in the projects
Eatin cold cuts
Plymouth and Parkway
The windows rolled up
Passenger side wit a 4 tucked
Take a picture

Who drivin
It's a car pullin up on the side of us G
This nigga got a bow tie on
They sellin bean pies on the block now

That bitch break down stupid too
Right when I say take a picture
That mufucka just broke down nigga down
Uh un uh un uh un uh un huh
That bitch broke down dumb nigga

My life real you can't ad lib it
Now this street shit is marketable
Even the fags feel it
As far as real
I'm the last nigga
They'll probably kill me on the passenger
Just like 2pac
My life real you can't ad lib it
Now this street shit is marketable
Even the fags feel it
As far as real
I'm the last nigga
They'll probably kill me on the passenger
Just like 2pac

Written by:
Jeffrey Cotton

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