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Al Pac

ah it's the Pac-ma-an! I love to gobble up those dots Keep pumpin' quarters in the slots They call it "Pacman"! Ye-ea-ah it's the Pac-ma-an! At the

move what we move when we want, we want Want, we want, want, we want P.O. roll me blunts, me blunts Blunts, me blunts, blunts, me blunts Waiting for the day they'll free Al

Ha ha, ha ha Yeh u crazy See, it ain't easy bein' me, Life as a celebrity is less than heavily, I got these fakes and these back-stabbers chasin' me around

So what I wanna do, hopefully is, I wanna be I-I-I don't wannabe I am Tupac 2005 guess who's back? G-g-guess who's back G-g-guess who's back? G-g-guess

Scott Storch Hey, why'd you slang crack? I had to Why'd you slang crack? 'Cause I had to Why'd you slang crack? 'Cause I had to A nigga gotta pay the

whatever My nigga Banks just be ready 4 whatever Modu, he's ready 4 whatever Big Serg, we ready 4 whatever Charlie Tango, ready 4 whatever My nigga Pac

west coast Was ridin' with Pac, but when he died, they went pop I'm on the Jers to the fullest, like some west coast love But after Pac stopped rappin

Yo Pac Yo, I heard you got beat up by the police Got a big fat lawsuit and everything Niggaz just wanna know if your still gonna be On some crooked ass

Don't You Trust Me? I ain't got time for this man I'm out [Chorus] You should stop for awhile you will find me standing by (Don't you trust me?) Over