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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)ManI feel like Pac, I feel like BiggieI'm feeling like these hating niggas waiting to get meI'm losing my sleep, I'm losing my mindYou know I go hard when it comes to mineI feel like Pac, Biggie, Pac, BiggieSucka walk up on me, talking like he know meAin't no co defendant do my dirt all by my lonelyDown south nigga, talking jam ponyRest in Peace to Uncle Al he showed me my first RollieBitches want to know me, haters want to show meBut I'm so vicious double m worth eighty ticketsCop just pulled me over, caught up in this thingTake my case to trial, my juror Paula DeenI know they hate a nigga but he's such a major niggaTell the clip the .40 when C.I.A. with us305 them killas, Ricky Ross the richestBel- Air on my table, I talk it then I live itI feel like Pac, I feel like BiggieI'm feeling like these hating niggas waiting to get meSongtexteI'm losing my sleep, I'm losing my mindYou know I go hard when it comes to mineI feel like Pac, Biggie, Pac, BiggieAll of you starve and I eat fastMoussain when I creep pastBlacked out I max out with the same same watch on me chainWe killing niggas no repass my momma got like 3 JagsYou talkin' bout how you ball nigga we really gettin' that street cashSay old money, new workSmell the caine on my new shirtMy old g said strap up and don't lay your head where you do dirtAnd my momma said do school workI was making that tool workAnd niggas wanted me dead with a whole lot on my headMan they hit Big in the passenger, hit Pac in the passengerSo I'm riding round with this Mac on meAnd a bunch of shooters in back of usRoll up and you a dead manHead shot when we clapped yaWe sellin' niggas to the murk em man, and I ain't talkin' bout EricaI feel like Pac, I feel like BiggieI'm feeling like these hating niggas waiting to get meI'm losing my sleep, I'm losing my mindYou know I go hard when it comes to mineI feel like Pac, Biggie, Pac, BiggieFeel like it's me against the worldBury me a gMy middle finger to the worldI'm gon' forever be a gPussy nigga want a witness stay armed no BiggieWhen we get busy no alarms just semisWe pour out a lil liquor throw it like straight ballersWe cradle to the grave ride when my homie callGive a damn if you me ? West PWhen somebody gotta die, we gon' march to the stepsThey said Brenda had a baby but she left it in the alleyOne shot that playa hater now we going back to CaliHit the time nigga I got a story to tellMy ambitions as a rider got me ready to dieAnd when we ride on no more paint we go hard as shitWhy you complaining and you wonder why we call you bitchIt's an every day struggle nigga me and my bitchIt's unbelievable suicide I thought you would getSaid fuck me warning and the gun don't blastGive me the loot sorry nigga one more chanceYou know this shit don't stopKeep these sucker under pressureOnly god can judge me shawty I ain't mad at yaYa nigga can't see meA paid thug niggaThat's why shawty wanna be meSee a kid around around in your town kick in your doorI feel like Pac and Biggie love the dough, more than you knowI feel like Pac, I feel like BiggieI'm feeling like these hating niggas waiting to get meI'm losing my sleep, I'm losing my mindYou know I go hard when it comes to mineI feel like Pac, Biggie, Pac, BiggieEy yo, how you gon' compare yourself to greatnessIf you ain't ready to be great, man?Ain't no more to it Aus Songtexte Mania