2Pac - No Part Of Dis lyrics

What what what what what what?
Flavor Unit in the mothafuckin' house
2Pac ready to set this out
For the niggas that thought I fell off
This especially goes out to
My mothafuckin' homie AG

Everybody's wondering if I fell just to
Get a couple of sales
Well, I still be (Hot as hell)
Now I'm back to rip this
Track like I'm dyslexic
Niggas staying vexed and hextin'
How I sextin'
Now who's next? Prepare to hit a
Texts figurin' nigga to beat
Harder than all the heads up in the projects
While you're standin' there wonderin' how I'm
Rippin' and rockin' the shit
Pimpin', poppin' shit
2Pac’ll hit you with some
Hippity hoppity shit
Niggas get a grip or slip and slit yo' shit
I hit you quick for some old
Shit you ain't equipped to kick
2Pac gon' lift, he's ready take control of it
Niggas don't trip when I'll be gettin'
To the solve of it so think quick or get
Whiffed or you're sleepin'
These niggas don't want no peace
I'm fuckin' beat 'em
Niggas don't want no parts of this

(yeah! There is no part of this)
2Pac go ahead rock, bitches
2Pac go ahead rock, bitches
2Pac go ahead rock, bitches
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Oaktown got it goin' on (2Pac go ahead rock)

Who shit you up? I'm 'bout to get
You to get the go now
So quick, you never took no shit for
Me, I kid a no man, nigga
Cold as the snowman, flowin'
So niggas know that blow for blowin'
I'll never slow, exam my flowin'
I'll do shows from hoein'
So here we go and, I did the show
Now give me dough and act like you knowin'
I run this shit like Jesse Owens
Overthrowin', still throw elbow
Play a heroic
I slow ya like you're fuckin' growin'
Never underestimate a nigga that's ready
To rip this microphone to the last that uuh
So time to leave me the fuck alone
I'm full-grown, so buck in the fuckin' zone
I'll never look for trouble
But you startin' shit nigga get mad as fuck
The suckas get no parts of it
Niggas don't get no parts of this

(yeah! There is no part of this)
2Pac go ahead rock, bitches
2Pac go ahead rock, bitches
2Pac go ahead rock, bitches
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(Check this out, 2Pac go ahead rock)

If I had a bigger dick or
A dime for every time
Motherfuckas took a bit of the
Line from in my rhyme
I'll be richer than a bitch with
A trick with big pockets
Equipped with the dick that's so thick
It fit's sockets
Please don't misinterpret what I
Say to be dirty
Mothafuckas wanna jerk me, so they
Ugly how they work me, huh
A fuckin' freestyle frenzy for the funky
Pop a token let me pomp it
Kickin' the shit just like a donkey
So stay off of me, you killin' me softly
Mister Softie sweatin' that you lost
Me or toss me
I wish these niggas were smellin' coffee
Or better yet they smell the, no thank ya
I rather smoke the dank if my art
Start sinkin' like an oil tanker
I'm rippin' it quick and niggas know
You're not that start this shit
I tear it apart when I rock shit
Niggas don't get no piece of this