I Feel Like Pac / I Feel Like Biggie

I Feel Like Pac / I Feel Like Biggie
Ayo Khaled, now y'all know that y'all done fuc*** up now
DJ Khaled!
Woo! 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 (c'mon man, yeah!)

I feel like Pac, I feel like Biggie
I'm feeling like these hating niggas waiting to get me (let's go)
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, B-Biggie
Y'all know y'all done fuc*** up now, Rozay!
Sucka walk up on me, talking like he know me
Ain't no codefendant do my dirt all by my lonely
Down south ni***, talking Jam Pony
Rest in Peace to Uncle Al, he showed me my first Rollie
Bitches want to know me, haters want to show me
But I'm just 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 ni*** but he's such a major ni***
Give Chelsea Clinton the .44 when C.I.A. was with us
305 the realest, Ricky Ross the richest
Belaire on my table, I talk it then I live it
I feel like Pac, I feel like Biggie
I'm feeling like these hating niggas waiting to get me (c'mon)
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, B-Biggie (Meek Milly!)
Ayo, don't be afraid to be great motherfuck***, let's go

All you starve and I eat fast, Mulsanne when I creep past
Blacked out, I max out with the same watch on Meech hand
We killing niggas, no repents, my momma got like three Jags
You talkin' bout you a baller, ni*** we really gettin' that street cash
Say old money, new work, smell the 'caine on my new shirt
My OG said, "Strap up and don't lay your head where you do dirt"
And my momma said, "Do schoolwork", I was making that tool work
And niggas wanted me dead with a whole all in 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, you a dead man, headshots when we clap at ya
We sendin niggas to the motherland, and I ain't talkin' bout Africa
I feel like Pac, I feel like Biggie (ayo Khaled)
I'm feeling like these hating niggas waiting to get me
This that feeling
I'm losing my sleep, I'm losing my mind
This is what the game been missing
You know I go hard when it comes to mine
That gangsta gangsta, gangsta gangsta shit
I feel like Pac, Biggie, Pac, B-Biggie

[Verse 3: T.I.]
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
Pussy ni*** want a witness, stay armed, no biggie
When we get busy, no alarms, just semis
We pour out a little liquor, thug life, straight balling
We cradle to the grave, ride when my homie call
Give a damn if it mean life or death, what's beef?
When somebody gotta die, we gon' march to the street
They said Brenda had a baby but she left it in the alley
One shot that playa hater now we going back to Cali
Hypnotize niggas, I got a story to tell
My ambitions as a rider got me ready to die
And when we ride on, no more pain, we go hard as shit
Why you complaining? And you wonder why we call you bitch
It's an every day struggle ni***, me and my bitch
It's unbelievable suicidal thoughts you would get
Said f*** me warning and the gun don't blast
Give me the loot, sorry ni***, give me one more chance
You know this shit don't stop, keep these suckers under pressure
Hollerin' only God can judge me shawty, I ain't mad at ya
Got my mind made up, you ni*** "can't see me"
A paid thug ni***, that's why shorty 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 (yeah)
I'm feeling like these hating niggas waiting to get me (c'mon)
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, B-Biggie
Ayo, how you gon' compare yourself to greatness
If you ain't ready to be great man? Ain't no more to it