Hennessey

[Intro] Hahah! Yeah nigga fuck that gin & juice (Hennessy) Just Pour a nigga a glass Hennessey, that dark shit (That's right) That's right [Obie Trice] Ay pour me some of that too baby [Hook 1: 2Pac + (Obie Trice)] They wanna knows my role model, it's in a brown bottle (Yo what's our motherfuckin motto nigga?) Hennessy They wanna knows my role model, it's in a brown bottle (You know our motherfuckin motto) Hennessy Hahaha, y'all niggas can't fuck with this ol' thug shit Hennessy (That's what you sippin on, now what's your name nigga?) Big ballin' ass nigga named 'Pac [Verse 1: 2Pac] Now I was born in the gutter facin life or death I was a thug ever since my mama gave me breath These motherfuckers wanna see me die, so who am I To try to warn 'em, I buck and bomb 'em, them niggas fry Hey, remember me? Down that Hennessy The nigga you don't wanna see, let me proceed My definition of some thug shit, y'all don't hear me Now that it's poppin ain't no love bitch I maintain in the game in the gutter's where I still kick it I'm trying to hustle up a meal ticket I'm still wicked in my ways, a hustler 'til my dying days Ain't nuttin wrong with gettin paid, so nigga blaze Cause we some motherfuckin fools Walkin through the streets wearing jewels, breakin niggas makin moves Even the cops can't stop us, my enemies flip When they see me drink a fifth of that Hennessy [Hook 2: 2Pac + (Obie Trice)] They wanna knows my role model, it's in a brown bottle (Yo what's our motherfuckin motto nigga?) Hennessy They wanna knows my role model, it's in a brown bottle (You know our motherfuckin motto) Hennessy Hahaha, y'all niggas can't fuck with this ol' thug shit Hennessy (That's what I'm sippin on, now let me tell 'em who I be) Big ballin' ass nigga named Trice [Verse 2: Obie Trice + (2Pac)] Now I was born in Detroit on the side that's West Troubled child comin up I had to ride I guess Tried to apply myself, them niggas was ballin My mama couldn't tell me shit, the streets was callin I was often involved with niggas breakin the law I look back, 'Pac nigga, we was bankin off raw P-Funk got it pumpin, he had the connects Threw the sack to his lil' niggas workin the set And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that Don't come around hurr on that floss shit Detroit niggas off shit (Robbin niggas in the do'ways) That's right (With my four-four, that's the sure way) And this your road days, All Eyez on Me We was looney I suppose, you could (die homie) O. Trice always rep his block Pass the Henn and that ice I'm on a track with 'Pac nigga [Hook] [Obie Trice] Yeah, ay 'Pac, 'Pac, nigga Detroit love you boy You put it down out here, I mean, y'know Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always 2Pacalypse Now 'til infinity boy, forever Shady Records, Afeni Shakur, whattup? Yeah Obie Trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga