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letra de 2pac - montana of 300

[intro]
hey decicco, what up my n-gg-?
i gotta shoot a video to this sh-t
you know spit at the camera

[hook]
i’m balling tatted, b-tch i’m feeling like 2pac
all eyez on me, these haters let these b-tches watch
picture me rolling, smiling, thugging with two glocks
f-ck all that jealous sh-t my n-gg- i’m too hot
i’m balling tatted, b-tch i’m feeling like 2pac
all eyez on me, these haters let these b-tches watch
picture me rolling, smiling, thugging with two glocks
f-ck all that jealous sh-t my n-gg- i’m too hot

[verse 1]
i been a k!lla, go on and push me
my 40 liquor shots have got a thing for eating p-ssy
it done blew some n-gg-s down, yeah r.i.p. to tookie
had to dip and leave him wet
that’s how i do him, milk and cookies
took my mom out that hood life
finally showed her that good life
my pockets fat, my money tall, i be ballin’ like suge knight
my sons ballin’, i’m present, i’m at the game like i’m birdie
and plus my k!llas on point, they up in the bleachers with 30s
boy you soft as f-ck, you done talked enough
gonna send it up, b-tch toss it up
if you want smoke, let’s spark it up
boy i’m known to dump, ooh garbage truck
put the lead in ’em, no sharpin’ us
say su woo, b-tch cough it up
that’s toe tag, do ’em so bad
they don’t wanna open this coffin up
i’m bishop, i got the juice now
t up like a ref if you too foul
whoever stepped up, i’ma shoot down
ready for whatever, my crew wild
rush hours, i drop ’em like juntao
original gangster, i drew down
i’m good with the heat
i put ’em in the sheet
and my gun like a ghost, it go boo-yeah

[verse 2]
they sent my motherf-cking father
they created a savage, bandana on me
had my homie, but i ain’t a mechanic
cold as an avalanche, whoever in my way getting damaged
so if it’s me against the world, y’all better pray for the planet
n-gg-s changed on me, i ain’t mad at ya
big euros on you half steppers
try to stop the shine in me, bad weather
i am bad news like a sad letter
i work that stick like donatello, i shoot like lamelo
soon as i blow b-tch you gon’ know if heaven got a ghetto
i got the crown on lock, sauce dripping down my socks
way before rap, i used to get pounds and blocks
i went out of town and copped
pistols i’m toting, you don’t wanna picture me rollin’
i circle around ya block, i pulled down the stock
soon as i get around the ops, boom, boom, boom
clowns get dropped
my nina blow, knock n-gg-s down, that b-tch so thotty
go hoe take clothes, pop out, and throw a gangsta party
i been that gunna, it ain’t sh-t to catch a body
i’ll get you gone, gon’ make a song, and rap about it

- montana of 300

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