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2Pac - Hennessey lyrics
featuring Obie Trice {Obie Trice} Ha ha, yeah {Tupac} Nigga fuck that Gin and Juice (Hennessy) Just Pour a nigga a glass Hennessy, that dark shit (That's right) {Obie Trice} Hey pour me some of that too baby [Chorus: Tupac/Obie Trice] They wanna know who's my role model It's in the brown bottle (Yo what's our motherfucking motto nigga?) Hennessy They wanna know who's my role model It's in the brown bottle (You know our motherfucking motto) Hennessy {Tupac} Ha ha ha ha, Y'all niggaz can't fuck with this whole thug shit (Hennessy) {Obie Trice} That's what your sippin on Now what's you name nigga? {Tupac} Big ballin ass nigga named Pac [Verse 1: Tupac] Now I was born in the gutter facing life or death I was a thug ever since my momma gave me breath These motherfuckaz wanna see me die So who am I to try to warn ‘em, I'll buck and bomb ‘em, them niggas fry Hey remember me? Down that Hennessy The nigga you don't wanna see, let me proceed My definition of some thug shit, y'all don't hear me? Now that it's poppin aint no love bitch I maintain in the game, in the gutter is where I still kick it I'm tryin to hustle up a meal ticket I'm still wicked in my ways, a hustler till my dying days Aint nothin wrong with gettin paid So nigga blaze, cuz we some motherfuckin fools Walkin through the streets wearing jewels Breakin niggaz, fakin moves Even the cops can't stop us My enemies flip when the see me drink a fifth of that Hennessy [Chorus: Tupac/Obie Trice] They wanna know who's my role model It's in the brown bottle (Yo what's our motherfucking motto nigga?) Hennessy They wanna know who's my role model It's in the brown bottle (You know our motherfucking motto) Hennessy {Tupac} Ha ha ha, Y'all niggaz can't fuck with this whole thug shit (Hennessy) {Obie Trice} That's what I'm sippin on Now let me tell ‘em who I be {Tupac} Big ballin ass nigga named Trice [Verse 2: Obie Trice] Now I was born in Detroit on the side that's west Troubled child, commin up I had to ride I guess Tried to apply myself, but niggas was ballin My momma couldn't tell me shit, the streets was callin I was often involved with niggaz breakin the law I look back Pac nigga, we was bankin off raw P Funk, got it pumpin, he had the connects Through the sack to us little niggaz workin the set And if you got it you getting wet, nigga bet on that Don't come around hurr on that floss shit Detroit niggaz off shit (Robbin niggaz in the door ways) That's right (With my 4-4, that's the sure way) And this your old days, all eyez on me We was loony I suppose you could (die homie) O Trice always repped his block |
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