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Thug Life! Comin' str8 out the West Coast,
Real Boy Killaz! 2pac with the Assassin! And we ridin' for the west Side! Bad Boy, Bad Boy whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do when we comin' at you?? Bad Boy, Bad Boy whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do when we comin' at you?? Bad Boy, Bad Boy whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do when we comin' at you?? Bad Boy, Bad Boy whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do when we comin' at you?? (2pac) I got these bustaz on my block, and they after me Runnin' round tellin' these niggaz, how they goin' capture me. It's gettin' crazy, it's hard to make my mind up Now should I bucm em' down and put my 9 up? Ya see, I ain't a Bad Boy, jus' a boy that had it bad I graduated from 22?s to 357 mags. Runnin' on these marks for they stash and I ain't askin Givin' up or get the blastin'. The penitentiary don't scare me A str8 thug nigga...hoes say they'll take care of me. And tell me who the fuck you goin' find? Rough enough to tell these bitch niggaz this is mine Now busta meet my 9! 20 role on the grind I'm sick about mine and uhh Ain't nutin' wrong wit' gettin' high. A hustlin' ass nigga from the projects I'm makin' loot, screamin' Thug Life, nigga when I shoot. They made me a (badboy!) (hook) Bad Boys can't stop Thug Life, westside when we ride, one time! Bad Boys can't stop Thug Life, we gotsta keep on thuggin'! Bad Boys can't stop Thug Life, westside when we ride, one time! Bad Boys can't stop Thug Life, we gotsta keep on thuggin'! Fuck Bad Boy! (the Assassin) I'm screamin' west side ridah when we ride and in a hoo ride Suicide til the day gettin' high! From the Bay to LA, drinkin' Tanqueray and da Alize When we stay on the blocks, slangin' rocks, runni' from cops. When we runnin',we comin', and gunnin' and you get done and In the city wit' no pity, down wit' Thug Life, we doin' it live! Everytime we side on you trick made bitches. Packin' a 45, recognize the game in yo' set BEtta jet when I get you wet, wit' intention a' do or die Homicide, genocide to the other side When we glide wit' my nigga Pac we bustin' em niggaz On th block wit' Gangsta-D back up me your real OG comin' up outta the 7 T rees. Strick 9 to the LHD We claimin' to bring we make em fiend For the fact we havin' em stack on the map For the city of Sac al the way to the Jo' when stroll Poppin the mos, outta killa California, str8 loc westcoast! (hook)Repite1 Hahahahaha! |
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ya know...
with my nigga VP get scratched nigga in the place to be check it comin straight from the town releasin so much pow up an down ur block my sound shakes the ground i got the people feel used to this album i made its 1997 trick i must get payed im takin no kind of shorts i want every last penny dont make me have to put a ----- coz then i have to open ur pours so dont fuck with ma money i wont mess with urs i got the skills to pay the bills so i can live an chill in the hills, stack mills an run my --- gold wheels back down to the spot an say wsup to ma niggas thas still servin them rocks thats my gorillas still poppin' even though i left it niggas best not try to come an grill... ul get molested test it if u want to ma nigga an ima treat ur ass as if u stole some of ma scrilla but now back to the spot to make the law abiding pray i cant forget the 1500 clique he the capital of sinners they both makin a grip ------------------- u rich ass motherfuckers better donate me some loot and eddy whats up to you too even though i took a loss young soul loves you but put me back on my feet when i said i was ready movin major bubonic in my pockets i kept fatty but who kicks the rymes an who stacks the cash whos droppin major pow west side thats how we ride niggaz gota watch they backs coz its do or die coz if thety tryna see me or ma partner VP we yellin get scratched ye thats right for the west coast west side thats how we ride niggaz gota watch they backs coz its do or die coz if they tryna see me or ma partner VP we yellin get scratched ye thats right every since i was little, i had the gift to use the microphone now that im famous all these suckers wanna tag along like hoes tryna pull ------ i peepin hella punks plottin stalkin a nigger just like an apple rottin man, now they rotten watchin ma house as if they workin for the feds they probly can tell u exactly when i go to bed i baught me some straps incase i got a cap some snaps in they back to make there spinal cords crack i acts like that just for the fact i think im at a point in my life where theres just no turning back so i wears a vest when its time to get some rest an hoe relive the stress =---- havin sex coz punks is tryin rob me plus me do like --- bruttaly mass murderd ----- puttin bullet holes up in me with some fat 9s no time to die coz i can almost hear the flat lines i cant cry i see my niggaz sayin yo soul please dont go we bein a partner got a fofo but i dont know which way to go without gettin burned but if these niggas let me get em whereever we turn i stay in this game west side thats how we ride niggaz gota watch they backs coz its do or die coz if thety tryna see me or ma partner VP we yellin get scratched ye thats right for the west coast west side thats how we ride niggaz gota watch they backs coz its do or die coz if they tryna see me or ma partner VP we yellin get scratched ye thats right for the west coast west side thats how we ride niggaz gota watch they backs coz its do or die coz if they tryna see me or ma partner VP we yellin get scratched ye thats right nigga ride or just die, fuck it thats the way i feel im startin a slow death, thats what im writin on my will my mom thinks im crazy, but she knows she aint raise no dummy i guess its like this, when i die take all my money ma automobiles plus my house upon the hill, and if you feel the same keep my 9mm near tell ma sisters i love em, ---- & jeanette my two twin sisters, you know i love they ass to death and if i die soon, i pray to god that i dont, i hope i sell enough records to get 'em anything they want as i look in the Bible 27 book of psalms, verses 1 - 10 i dedicated to my moms but ima keep flowin, keepin much pride, its the best side where you from soul dawg?? WEST SIDE NIGGA!! |
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layin around sittin about from friday morning to saturday evenings monday morning x2
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(Notorious BIG)
Check it I grew up a fucking screwup Got introduced to the game Got a ounce and fucking blew up Chopping rocks overnight The nigga Biggie Smalls trying Ta turn into the black Frank White (Chorus) It's a red light How many homies gotta die tonight? Oh, yeah, stop the gunfight I can feel it Somebody's trying to start up a fight Come on and keep game, uh oh But you cannot cease the blame And if you ask me, it's a damn shame We be taking lives that we can't replace Over B.S. that don't make sense We gotta get better than this We started fighting at our own risk It was something we couldn't resist It's a red light How many homies gotta die tonight? (Notorious BIG) We had to grow dreads To change our description Two cops is on a milkbox missing Showed they toes You know they got stepped on A fistful of bullets A chest full of Teflon Run from the police, picture that Nigga I'm too fat I fuck around and Catch a asthma attack That's why I bust back It don't faze me When he drop, take his glock And I'm Swayze Celebrate my escape Sold the glock, bought some weight Laid back, I got some money to make Motherfucker (2pac) From the five-oh Ducking and dodging and my survival depends on when I let off with my nine-oh I'm moving swifter Than the next nigga No time for sex 'Cause in my mind All I wonder is who's next Nigga, my homey slipped And now he pays the price He did a drive-by, sixteen Now he's doin' triple life Tell me is it me or my upbringing I spit that thug shit Nigga motherfuck singing I hope you got your Timberlands on tight 'Cause I ain't givin' up I'd rather duck these Motherfuckers all night I'm running through The projects, beyotch They'll never catch me Cause I'm loc'd and trigger happy On the sneotch Don't say you never heard of me Till they murder me, I'm a legend Do Thug Niggas go to heaven I'm rolling with the thorough heads We getting ghost on them hoes and yo I got no love for the five-oh I'm running from the police (Chorus) Stop the gunfight I can feel it Somebody's trying to Start up a fight Come on and keep game, uh oh But you cannot cease the blame And if you ask me, it's a damn shame We be taking lives that we can't replace You got swishes in your system Juice up in Now you're red again Over what he said Over what she said Now somebody gotta end up dead |
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yeah! ha ha yeah.... thats right!
the F.A's comin striaght from the wild wild west look at baby girl born in 19-7-deuce Pop's on his fix, Mom's stuck on that crazy juice went to school, It's all cool but in Junior Hiiigh Little hooker in the bathroom getting hiiigh What she doing and what she smoking, nobody knows Is she addicted or just slipping into melbose A bad ass broad running with the girl gang just got some tat's,Talking all that girl slang. first one to slap, because La vida dont matter Wip out a cuete watch your brains get splattered Selling them doves, hanging with thugs and all that Beating up fools with a baseball bat Started having sex at only 14 Imagine O.G. wears his clothes all crisp and clean Got pregnant had a baby in December she wont see the daddy till next September Mom's and Pop's gave her the boot Kicked her out La Casa, Now what Raza with the money she got, She bought a spot of the block Started paying the rent by slangin' phat ass coca rocks Now shes 23 her four kids all alone, and loc'ed out and plus shes all smoked out,the base face You could see it in her eyes, it could also tell the tears of a life long cries. They was headed for self destruction Conjunction Junction,(hey Yo!) Whats your Function? Her own kids gotta healp, 'cause they knew she was slippin' took the devil away homegiiirl, You was Slippin'. CHORUS: Slipping into Darkness When you slip you trip and fall Slipping into Darkness Ain't no sense to give ya'll no love at all They say we're slipping, as a whole one race So, what we gonna choose, Don't want the blues I turn to the news and what do I see (merciless)"Everybody in the world ready to D. I. E." We got blacks against blacks, browns against browns whites against whites,from governments to undergrounds So, Peep the sound as it bumps through your stereo Ear to your brain now check out the scenerio Cali got quakes, Mudslides, and Floods Pesadillas(nightmares)Crips and Bloods Hustlas, Pimps, Shot Callers, and Killas O.G. , Macks, and the big Coca Dealers We got homeboys who just like kicking it and Vato's like me who grab the mic and start splitting it (merciless) "You're in for a phat treat trip into a phat beat" So get closer to the funk and slip into the backseat. CHORUS X2 They wanna band me cause a brothas makin noise a lot ill shoot they ass in a sec wit a poisin dart they got me runnin down the street gettin hotter runnin from the cops as i try to clock my glock the war wont stop thats why they wanna band the music you ever notcie how the cops cant stand the music see a black man coolin wit a mexican we can all have peace, the sun sets again they try to shove us in the pen but we clown and we frown every time we hit the top ten once again, its your friend outta oakland,hopin to keep the hip hop clubs open now we can lay back and let them close'm or we can have beef and show that we control'em now aint nobody gettin paid, its a damn shame why gang bang brothas in the same gang? they say securitys to blame, cause they lettin it off brothas come to have fun but they settin it off one time, make it worse when they sweat us send an army of pigs to come get us now im runnin outta time and im cool down with the aztecs this is sorta like soul food |
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