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2Pac

Thug 4 Life

 

Thug 4 Life

(album: Loyal To The Game - 2004)


Hahaha, right, thug for life, nigga
Can't you read the signs?

Mobbing like a motherfucker, stuck
Can you picture a middle finger out the window
Getting fucked of liquor; get loaded, can't control it
Nigga, pass me the blunt and let me roll it
You get the bozack to the ho-stack, that's for sho', black
So be a mack and keep your dough fat
And tell me, what does it take to be a G?
I started with a quarter ounce, soon bounced to a ki'
You gotta watch your back, stay strapped, be alert
Started as a young motherfucker doing dirt
And now I'm in the rap game
Like the crack game, I got enemies
Can't pretend to see my friends are not my enemies
And even thug motherfuckers wanna have fun
Stuck in, bucking my motherfucking Magnum
What does it take to be a G?
Silence is a must, violence is a plus
Bust shots at my adversaries, them niggas scurry
Pick a spot to be buried
'Cause I'll be bucking in a fucking hurry

Thug for life, high 'til I die
When them stupid-ass bitches ask why, tell 'em
Shooting crooked ass cops, let me fry
Do or die, to my brothers in the penitentiary
Raise hell, when them niggas mention me

Thug for life, high 'til I die
When them stupid-ass bitches ask why, tell 'em
[3x]

Game thicker than most of these tricks
I got my mind on making money
But you stuck on these fake bitches
And jealous motherfuckers can't see
That's it's the fame that causes
These stupid bitches to pass the pussy free
So tell me, why you sweat a motherfucker like me?
A young nigga trying to hustle up some G's
You pussy-ass playa hating hoes
Freaking down on niggas, jumping around at the shows
And you the first motherfucker to jump
To the trunk when it's time for funk, little trick-ass punk
Thug motherfuckers don't die
We get high and we multiply, motherfucker
Give a holla to my niggas in the Bay
I'm living in L.A., still clutching on my AK

Thug for life, high 'til I die
When them stupid-ass bitches ask why, tell 'em
Shooting crooked ass cops, let me fry
Do or die, to my brothers in the penitentiary
Raise hell, when them niggas mention me

Thug for life, beyatch! Yeah, nigga
Thug Life, from now until for motherfucking forever
Have-nots in this, motherfucker

done

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