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[Hook: Rick Ross]
Tupac back, Tupac back!
There's all these bitches screaming that Tupac back!
All eyes on me, better picture me rollin',
Riding brand new rims, but them bitches is stolen.
Stranded on Death Row, Brenda having my baby,
But I'm stacking my paper, I need a brand new Mercedes.
They screaming, "Tupac back, Tupac back!"
There's all these bitches screaming that Tupac back!
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Huh, Tupac back, I'm two Glocks strapped,
Rolling down in Philly this the new Iraq,
Soon as I hit the the hood they screaming, "Who got wacked?"
It's a recession on the work, I'm screaming, "Who got crack?"
I'm sippin Hennessy, riding on my muthafucking enemies,
Sliding in the back screaming, "MMG!" (Maybach Music)
Ten bitches and they dime so it's Tennessee.
Hail Mary, put my wrist on froze,
Presidential is gold, nigga play with my money, my shoterer lifting his soul.
Fourty kick like in soccer? Bullets hittin' the goal.
Bitch, I'm like John Wall 'cause I just give 'em and go,
Plotting on this new 7, I can picture me rolling,
Pockets look like they pregnant because them bitches is swollen.
Got a clip, I could loan, all them snitches could hold 'em,
Look at them muthafucking wheels, them bitches is stolen.
They screaming...
[Hook: Rick Ross]
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Mommy a soldier, daddy is dead.
Catch the nigga that did it, and we gon' carry his head.
Fuck 911, tell 'em, "Have him in?"
Talking Death Row records, tell 'em, "Have me a chair",
Let it burn, I'm screaming, "Free my nigga Earl!"
He's due in, no hesitation, we can't even get a turn.
And my Makaveli CD then I listened, than I learned.
Grabbed my MAC above the dresser, my OG's say, "Hold it firm!"
I'm dreaming spitting with Pac, ciphers with B.I.G.
Try to send me upstate with life as the bid,
Had me scraping my wax, sleeping my knife in the bed,
Got a nigga on point like there's a price on my head,
I'm going max, got me knocking suckers on they back.
In the cell, raising hell, tryna get back to the trap,
But don't ever get it twisted, it's Meek Mill spittin' facts,
Plus somebody said they seen it and they mean it so they steady screaming...
[Hook: Rick Ross]
Tupac back, Tupac back!
There's all these bitches screaming that Tupac back!
All eyes on me, better picture me rollin',
Riding brand new rims, but them bitches is stolen.
Stranded on Death Row, Brenda having my baby,
But I'm stacking my paper, I need a brand new Mercedes.
They screaming, "Tupac back, Tupac back!"
There's all these bitches screaming that Tupac back!
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Huh, Tupac back, I'm two Glocks strapped,
Rolling down in Philly this the new Iraq,
Soon as I hit the the hood they screaming, "Who got wacked?"
It's a recession on the work, I'm screaming, "Who got crack?"
I'm sippin Hennessy, riding on my muthafucking enemies,
Sliding in the back screaming, "MMG!" (Maybach Music)
Ten bitches and they dime so it's Tennessee.
Hail Mary, put my wrist on froze,
Presidential is gold, nigga play with my money, my shoterer lifting his soul.
Fourty kick like in soccer? Bullets hittin' the goal.
Bitch, I'm like John Wall 'cause I just give 'em and go,
Plotting on this new 7, I can picture me rolling,
Pockets look like they pregnant because them bitches is swollen.
Got a clip, I could loan, all them snitches could hold 'em,
Look at them muthafucking wheels, them bitches is stolen.
They screaming...
[Hook: Rick Ross]
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Mommy a soldier, daddy is dead.
Catch the nigga that did it, and we gon' carry his head.
Fuck 911, tell 'em, "Have him in?"
Talking Death Row records, tell 'em, "Have me a chair",
Let it burn, I'm screaming, "Free my nigga Earl!"
He's due in, no hesitation, we can't even get a turn.
And my Makaveli CD then I listened, than I learned.
Grabbed my MAC above the dresser, my OG's say, "Hold it firm!"
I'm dreaming spitting with Pac, ciphers with B.I.G.
Try to send me upstate with life as the bid,
Had me scraping my wax, sleeping my knife in the bed,
Got a nigga on point like there's a price on my head,
I'm going max, got me knocking suckers on they back.
In the cell, raising hell, tryna get back to the trap,
But don't ever get it twisted, it's Meek Mill spittin' facts,
Plus somebody said they seen it and they mean it so they steady screaming...
[Hook: Rick Ross]
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