I Feel Like Pac / I Feel Like Biggie 作词 : Williams, Robert Rihmeek 作曲 : Williams, Robert Rihmeek 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) Man I feel like Pac I feel like Biggie I'm feeling like these hating ****** 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 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 ******* 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 I feel like Pac I feel like Biggie I'm feeling like these hating ****** 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 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 ****** 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 ****** 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 ****** to the murk em man And I ain't talkin' bout Erica I feel like Pac I feel like Biggie I'm feeling like these hating ****** 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 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 ***** ***** 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 I ain't mad at ya 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 I feel like Pac I feel like Biggie I'm feeling like these hating ****** 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 Ey yo how you gon' compare yourself to greatness If you ain't ready to be great man Ain't no more to it