เพลง I Feel Like Pac / I Feel Like Biggie (Explicit)

I Feel Like Pac I Feel Like Biggie - DJ Khaled

(feat. Rick Ross, Meek Mill, T.I., Swizz Beatz & Puff Daddy)

DJ Khaled

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 mind

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 co defendant 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 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 Deen

I know they hate a nigga

but he's such a major nigga

Tell the clip the .40 when C.I.A. with us

305 them killas, Ricky Ross the richest

Bel- Air on my table,

I talk it then I live it

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 mind

You know I go hard when it comes to mine

I feel like Pac, Biggie, Pac, Biggie

All of you starve and I eat fast

Moussain when I creep past

Blacked out I max out with

the same same watch on me chain

We killing niggas

no repass my momma got like 3 Jags

You talkin' bout how you ball nigga

we really gettin' that street cash

Say old money, new work

Smell the caine on my new shirt

My old g said strap up

and don't lay your head where you do dirt

And my momma said do school work

I was making that tool work

And niggas wanted me dead

with a whole lot on 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 and you a dead man

Head shot when we clapped ya

We sellin niggas to the murk em man,

and I ain't talkin' bout Erica

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 mind

You know I go hard when it comes to mine

I feel like Pac, Biggie, Pac, Biggie

Feel like it's me against the world

Bury me a g

My middle finger to the world

I'm gon' forever be a g

Pussy nigga want a witness stay armed no Biggie

When we get busy no alarms just semis

We pour out a lil liquor

throw it like straight ballers

We cradle to the grave ride when my homie call

Give a damn if you me West P

When somebody gotta die,

we gon' march to the steps

They said Brenda had a baby

but she left it in the alley

One shot that playa hater

now we going back to Cali

Hit the time nigga I got a story to tell

My ambitions as a rider got me ready to die

And when we ride on

no more paint 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 suicide I thought you would get

Said fuck me warning and the gun don't blast

Give me the loot sorry nigga one more chance

You know this shit don't stop

Keep these sucker under pressure

Only god can judge me shawty I ain't mad at ya

I ain't mad at

Ya nigga can't see me

A paid thug nigga

That's why shawty 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

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 mind

You know I go hard when it comes to mine

I feel like Pac, Biggie, Pac, Biggie

Ey yo, how you gon' compare yourself to greatness

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

Ain't no more to it