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DJ KHALED : I Feel Like Pac / I Feel Like Biggie lyrics

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DJ KHALED lyrics : "I Feel Like Pac / I Feel Like Biggie"

[Intro: Swizz Beatz]
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)

[Hook: Swizz Beatz]
I feel like Pac I feel like Biggie
I'm feeling like these hating ^!$$%s 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

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Sucka walk up on me talking like he know me

Ain't no co defendant do my dirt all by my lonely
Down south ^!$$% talking jam pony
Rest in Peace to Uncle Al he showed me my first Rollie

(*##$es 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 ^!$$% but he's such a major ^!$$%
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


[Verse 2: Meek Mill]

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 ^!$$%s no repass my momma got like 3 Jags
You talkin' bout how you ball ^!$$% 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 ^!$$%s 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 ^!$$%s to the murk em man and I ain't talkin' bout Erica


[Verse 3: T.I.]

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
#[email protected] ^!$$% 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 ^!$$% 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 %#@!

Why you complaining and you wonder why we call you (*##$
It's an every day struggle ^!$$% me and my (*##$
It's unbelievable suicide I thought you would get

Said $#&@ me warning and the gun don't blast
Give me the loot sorry ^!$$% one more chance
You know this %#@! don't stop

Keep these sucker under pressure
Only god can judge me shawty I ain't mad at ya

[Bridge: T.I.]
Ya ^!$$% can't see me
A paid thug ^!$$%
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


[Outro: Diddy]

Ey yo how you gon' compare yourself to greatness
If you ain't ready to be great man?
Ain't no more to it

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