Stealin’ from a Deadman (Stealin’ from Pac)

Stealing from a deadman, stealing from a deadman
What else you got, stealing from Pac
Stealing from a deadman, stealing from a deadman
What else you got, stealing from Pac
Stealing from a deadman, stealing from a deadman
What else you got, stealing from Pac
Stealing from a deadman, stealing from a deadman
What else you got, stealing from Pac

Me and my girlfriend violation, flag on the play
When tuPac was in the flesh you had nothing to say
Jay Z you a buster cause your play was gay
I can imagine how he feel rolling over in his grave
Somebody get this weak buster the hell off my track
I’ll help a deadman put slugs up in your back
I guess the truth about envy must be true
What you can’t you’ll hate like baby’s do
You pamper need changing, get your mama to
Spreading but cheeks, doing what lovers do
You make me sick, just like having the flu
Military minded dreaming what to do to you
Stay the hell out of Florida or be shit out of luck
Aye dog put something in his mouth, mine stiff as fuck
Pac gave all, you stuck with a want to be
PIG hung close though game from a G

Stealing from a deadman, stealing from a deadman
What else you got, stealing from Pac
Stealing from a deadman, stealing from a deadman
What else you got, stealing from Pac
Stealing from a deadman, stealing from a deadman
What else you got, stealing from Pac
Stealing from a deadman, stealing from a deadman
What else you got, stealing from Pac

Damn kid, who’s nigg. Pac or Big, Big or Pac?
All that biting needs to stop
What you felt like your album just needed to drop?
After Nas took your heart, your ran under the Roc cause
Gone, don’t nobody respect your thone
Your over blow, you still got heroes nigga you grown
Okay, you made your little cheese, that’s dandy and fine
At least everything I wrote was mine, a damn shame
The same man that slander your name
Your riding his dick, damn dog your worse than a dame
Up your game, Pac can’t expose you hoes
Can’t make a hot album without something that’s stole
Go head and fold, I peeped your poker face
Pac and Nas got it, you ain’t holding the Ace
I come from a soildier race unbeknownst to you faggots
Go back to selling crack, cause you suck at rapping

Stealing from a deadman, stealing from a deadman
What else you got, stealing from Pac
Stealing from a deadman, stealing from a deadman
What else you got, stealing from Pac
Stealing from a deadman, stealing from a deadman
What else you got, stealing from Pac
Stealing from a deadman, stealing from a deadman
What else you got, stealing from Pac

Them niggas gay, you ain't no thug
How the fuck you sound?
You don’t ride a nigga dick till her under the ground
You niggas make me believe every word that he speaks
Man you lower than a snake, you just a creep as leech
How the fuck you bite a nigga that don’t like your ass?
You make me wish I knew a trick
To pull him out of the grass
So he can hop up and cock back and pop your ass
Soon as a nigga game fold he turns pac so fast
I guess he robbin motors cause your shit can’t last
What the fuck you niggas doing man the disrespect
Get on your knees apologize before I break your neck
Man you never could compare to an angel like that
Mrs shakur should take the throne that you snatched
You tomb raiders, oh this is how it all goes down
Cause probably when I drop my shit
You’ll try take my crown, but I ain't having it
So I’ll just put the hit out now
So when you try it, I can put you with the fishes to drown Stealing from a deadman, stealing from a deadman

What else you got, stealing from Pac
Stealing from a deadman, stealing from a deadman
What else you got, stealing from Pac
Stealing from a deadman, stealing from a deadman
What else you got, stealing from Pac
Stealing from a deadman, stealing from a deadman
What else you got, stealing from Pac