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Thug Life
Thinkin' back reminiscing on my teens a young G getten' paid over dope fiends f**kin' off cash that I make nigga, what's tha sense of workin hard if you never get tp play i'm hustlen' stayin' out till it's dawn and commin' home at 6 o'clock in tha mornin' hand's on my glock eye's on tha prize finger on tha trigga when a nigga rides shootin' craps bustin' niggas out tha door pick my money off tha floor god bless tha tre-four stuck on full, drunk again sippin' on Gin with a couple of friends sayin' those thug life niggas be like major pimps stickin' to tha rules is what made it simp and if I die let it be but when they come for me bury me a G Chorus x2 -- Tupac I ain't got time for bitches Gotta keep my mind on my mothaf**ken riches even when I die they won't worry me mama don't cry bury me a G () More Trouble than tha average just made 25 and i'm livin' like a savage bein a G ain't no easy thing cause you could f**k around get crossed and get stuck in tha game and for tha rest of your life you will sit and remineise wonder why it had to end like this and to tha G's you can feel my pain till tha mothaf**kas gets born again () you thought I was a game kid i'm not tha nigga for playin games I let my buckshots rang when I pull tha trigga on my gauge i'm on tha rampage makin' runs for tha devil ain't nothin' on my mind will get me in some trouble i'm tryin to ride no more loves for me hard to figure get a nigga, smoke a blunt Or is a jury starts (break that shit) I gives a f**k nigga stuck outta luck when I bust pull me to my death but i'm a G to tha enemy Chorus x2 -- Tupac I ain't got time for bitches gotta keep my mind on my mothaf**ken riches even when I die they won't worry me mama don't cry bury me a G (Stretch) I got nothen' ta loose so I choose to be a killer went from bangin' ta slangin' now i'm a dope dealer all my life payed tha price to be tha boss back in school wrote tha rules on getten' tossed poppin' rocks on tha block was a past time pack a 9 all the time you wanna test mine ? don't cry I die before they play me from tha cradle to tha grave bury me () Straight Thug G kickin' it with tha homies in tha hood getten' drunk, smokin' blunts a bitch said I was no good I gives a f**k I spend my time in tha dope spot never had no time for no bitch instead slangin' rocks and bustin' caps on you punk ass marcs fake ass G's bitch niggas with no heart i'm stayin' real till i'm 6 feet deep so when a nigga gone bury me a G Chorus x2 -- Tupac I ain't got time for bitches gotta keep my mind on my mothaf**ken riches even when I die they won't worry me mama don't cry Bury Me a G (Tupac) Stuck on Full Tangaray got a nigga high lord knows I don't need another DUI I led a Thug Life heartless hustler just cause I f**ked don't mean I trust her now my pagers vibratin' can't sleep so i'm mobbin' to tha ho's house pumpin' Isely Is it cool ta f**k is what i'm askin Bitch recognize game and start laughen when i'm all in those guts and shit prayin' that a nigga don't nut too quick cause i'll f**k and get up and let ya know i'll be a 10 minute brotha for a $2 ho lots a ho's get mad and shit I let a trick be a trick you can have that bitch cause I doubt if I change tha games a mothaf**ker real niggas turn ta bustas Bury Me a G Chorus x6 -- Tupac I ain't got time for bitches Gotta Keep my mind on my mothaf**ken riches even when I die they won't worry me Mama don't cry bury me a G I ain't got time for bitches --- bitches |
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| 2. |
| 3:20 |
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(Mopreme)
Just 'cause a nigga come in he got style Don't think I won't flip it Don't pull your file But I got enough bullshit to deal with I'm rollin' with the thugs so You must be on drugs to the head Get your ass break down Broken half baby I'm a feelin' like a motherf**kin psychopathic And if you got beef best leave it in the freezer I'm no joke Mopreme straight lo And you could get smoked You hook the shit you get stroked And all of that And later be back for your motherf**kin dope sack Kid it ain't the type of day to play doughnut Don't get your ass sewn up Why you leakin on my blown out Hey, you're mixed up like a bowl of nuts You f**k around and got it twisted up Boy, don't get it twisted (chorus) Don't get it twisted!..... (Macadoshis) It's the Macadoshis coming from the dark side The park side where the O.G.s do ride Ain't nothing but killers in the park As many niggas lost they's heart When my gat sparks I'll bust a cap in that ass Don't get it twisted When I'm on a mission, niggas come with Mishy You busters gettin disciplined And you're comin' up short on your life When i smoke you with this mac-10 When it's on it's on F**k it I'm makin niggas kick the bucket when I check em' by inducis Ain't no think to let my shit spin You on my shit list hope you got a death wish I tried to warn you but you missed me You should have listened motherf**ker when i said: Don't get it twisted! (chorus) (Rated R) Niggas got problems about gettin shit twisted They need to stay the f**k out of grown folks business Kids get a kick out of bumpin their big clips But don't front no shit that brought no shit that peace started Cause I'm a cold hearted rider straight dunkin' never through with my streets Never hurt nobody but my heat East side brothers don't hear me though They'd rather get shit twisted and gather like hoes Bitch make ass niggas when I caught 'em Couldn't bust a drape if they wanted They're soft like Charmin But I don't sweat varmits I suffer with my black group Just a one-day murderer On the motherf**kin Rudy Poop I snapped his soul, son Ain't no damn thing funny when I spray your ass with my tongue And your mommy can't save you now Cause you got the job twisted up For f**kin' with a killer (chorus) (fade out) |
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| 3:46 |
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(2pac)
Shit don't stop (2x) Game rules often slang to the right fools Heavy hittin' at this motherf**ker's straight spittin' Diggin' deep into your brain while tryin to explain why real niggas need to stick to the game It's the same got these motherf**kers changin' on me Jealous-ass player-haters gaming on me Look out motherf**ker homey-G As in gettin' motherf**kers 'fore they come get me Get down for the right for the wishes Fake ass nigga, you in shit, for fightin' over bitches You call that a player? Straight-ass sissy See me at my show nigga miss me Cause I ain't tryin' to hear that bullshit Got a pistol motherf**ker try to pull quick And just cause i'm rappin don't mean I ain't scrappin And if you clip when the shit happens, it don't stop (chorus-) Shit don't stop... (Y.N.V) Now my guess is true Them thug life niggas is a bull Everywhere we go The niggas trippin at the door I want to dance with you You can dance at the party and not get whipped (1x) (Macadoshis) See the shit don't stop My 9 goes pop Your body drip-drop Throw that ass in a zip-loc (Rated R) Now you've been hauled away in a body bag Get your Sammy D said how your blood got sneeze me (Macadoshis) Yo you f**kin' with a thug yo your ass gets plugged With this hollow-point slugs With ya under the rug (Rated R) That's why my deaf niggas don't play that shit In thug life niggas be the craziest (Macadoshis) So when you think about f**kin' this You better wear a vest But it really don't matter We ain't aimin' at your chest (Rated R) Nah we blowin holes in your motherf**kin' skull Make sure your ass is smoked That's all the fat lady wrote (Macadoshis) You heard that fat bitch sing when my shit went bang-bang But it don't pay when i flaunt your brain (Rated R) Nigga, ain't no plain cane brothers come no show In the casket Git'n they ass kicked And blasted It don't stop (chorus 1x) (Mopreme) All I wanna do is try to Mac the hoes Spin bank on thangs sellin me a sponsor on my foes It's like each and every one they got the look of death I got my 9 nigga Don't be silly You better watch your step (Syke) And pussies we crossin when my crew is flossin' Bitches we tossin' And niggas we crossin' It's like a murder rhyme when we hit your hood It's all good The punks? I wish you would! (Mopreme) Wouldn't better to just corrolate what we bust Instead of kickin' dust Gets a press y'all from nuts Cause ain't no herbs here And ain't no morgues Beware of the water 'cause they full of sharks (Syke) But in every state Niggas perpetrate and test Where I come from fools die for less And thugs keep thugin' till their casket drop It's on 'till I die And the shit don't stop (chorus 2x) |
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(2Pac)
Yeah Pour out a little liquor for your homies nigga This one here go out to my nigga Mike Coolie (Light up a fat one for this one) How you come up man? I started young kickin dust and, livin rough You watch you mouth around my mama you couldn't cuss man I had a down ass homie though; we ran the streets And on the scene at the age of fourteen, huh I packed a nine and my nigga packed a forty-five We drinkin forties, lil' shorties livin naughty lives You couldn't stop us, long as I got my glock, F**K the coppers Hangin on the block, slangin rocks and makin profits I couldn't f**k with the schhhoooollll life, I was a fool I'll play that motherf**ker for a toooollll man Tonight'll be the night that's what we figurin Hustlin in the rain felt no pain cause we drinkin Playin them hoes like manure First let my nigga f**k and then I f**k that's how we do it (ha ha!) It's two niggaz comin up out the hood livin life just as good as we could But since a bitch can't be trusted Hoes snitched to the po-lice, now my nigga's busted The cops whoopin on my nigga in jail tryin to get a motherf**ker to tell And couldn't nobody diss my nigga Damn, I miss my nigga Pour out a little liquor! "My cousin died last year and I still can't let go" (4X) This goes out to all you so called G's Pour out a little liquor for your real motherf**kin partners Don't let the drink get like that y'all, huh Pour out a little liquor Pour out a little liquor What's that you drinkin on? Drinkin on gin, smokin on blunts and it's on Reminisce about my niggaz, that's dead and gone And now they buried, sometimes my eyes still get blurry Cause I'm losin all my homies and I worry I got my back against a brick wall, trapped in a circle Boxin with them suckers til my knuckles turn purple Mama told me, "Son there'll be days like this" Don't wanna think so -- I hit the drink and stay blitzed We had plans of bein big time G's Rolling in marked cars, movin them keys And now I roll up the window, blaze up some indo Get to' down for my niggaz in the pen, yo Your son's gettin big and strong and I'd love'm like one of my own, til you come home and the years sure fly with the quickness You do the time, and I'll keep handlin yo' business That's the way it's supposed to be Homie, if it was me, you'd do the shit for me Homie, I can remember scrapin back to back Throwin dogs on them suckers runnin up on this young hog I hope my words can paint a perfect picture And let ya know how much a nigga miss ya Pour out some liquor! "My cousin died last year and I still can't let go" Look at you Drinkin got you where you don't even give respect to your partners Pour out some liquor nigga! It ain't like that Tip that shit over Pour out a little liquor! "My cousin died last year and I still can't let go" (4X) This for my nigga Madman Dagz, Hood, Silk yeah A little liquor for my homies y'all We in this motherf**kin piece YEAH Pour out a little liquor Young Queen, YEAH This one goes out to all my mack partners Back in the motherf**kin Bay Oaktown still in the motherf**kin house (Pour out a little liquor) My nigga Richie Rich, Gov'na (I don't care, Nighttrain, Henessey) All my real motherf**kin partners (Pour out a little liquor) And all my real partnas in Marin, f**k you busta ass niggaz Yeah nigga, pour out a little liquor!! |
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| 5. |
| 3:10 |
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(Tupac)
Yah nigga, Drop the top on your muthaf**kin ride This how we do it on the west coast BAABBBY Rollin' down the Four O Five Gettin' high White boys done wrecked their shit Tryin to check my ride I ain't being bootsy Crusin' in a Six-o Impala Drivin' like I'm in a Hooptee car full of ballin' caps keep yo hand on the strap and take all the craps Niggas know my steel-lo all legit but I'm drapped like a nigga movin' kilo Shit don't stop 'cause i can make that ass drop make the front pop And Hit the three wheel motion All Day Hit the freeway take it easy, uhh Let's slide And pick-up some hoochies ride right back to the movies High talking back to the screen drinkin' liquor Havin' big dreams of gettin' richer I'm livin that Chorus (4x) (Tupac) Thug Life, y'all know the rules gotta do whatcha gotta do (Stay True) Big Stretch represent the real nigga flex, Live squad and this mutha f**ker catch wreck (Stretch) Thug Life sharp as a roughneck Shakin' the dice, we roll long, ain't nothin' nice so the vice wanna follow us around (raize up) Got 'em runnin' as we clown thru the town (blaze up) Another one, had to throw another gun Don't need another case you can see it on my face son But I ain't fallin' yet And I gotta give a shout to where my ball is at (Tupac) Mophreme Tell 'em why the hoes dream gettin high off a nigga like a dope fiend (Mophreme) 'cause I'm non-stop, and I'm always hustlin' twenty four seven, ain't nothin buck but when a young G's flippin keys for a livin' Try to make a mill off the time I'm givin' trippin' mad I'm crazy Can't nobody fade me And I been goin' insane lately And everybody tryin ta hold me back I'm about to snap You better move back You know I led a..... Chorus (4x) (Tupac) Thug Life, y'all know the rules gotta do whatcha gotta do (Stay True) Maaaannnn, I don't worry about the Five-O if they start, 'cause it's all about survival Just stay smart Keep your mind on your bank roll always stay ahead of these stank hos These days It's an all out rat race And look at MEEE just caught another cat case That makes three My laywers getting cash up the ass Don't even ask Why I'm buck wild ? Don't smile don't laugh To the young G's comin up peep game Don't let the money make you change or act strange Stay broke It's all in together now Keep pumping loud till the crowd bring the top down Is that Tupac Thug Life ? Hell Yah Try to dirty up my name but it's still here which way do I turn ? i'm strapped Lost in the storm I can't turn back with that... Chorus (4x) (Tupac) Thug Life, y'all know the rules gotta do whatcha gotta do (Stay True) |
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Tupac)
Under Pressure Yeah, Babyyy When tha pressures on... Thug Life when it's on it's on (Tupac) One of these days i'll learn don't f**k with trick ass niggas cause they turn into bitch ass niggas i'm sick of bein stuck in tha county jail my niggas clown bring a pound when they posten bail smokein' blunts in tha driveway my four-five screamin f**k tha police won't fly away, thug, till I die you wonder why I'm made this way I wasn't turned out I was raised this way of thinkin these are tha dreams of a young teen sceam, and stack green on tha crack fiends one time can't hold me one of these days we gotta bust back for tha homies locked down in tha penitentry finaly loose my mind if tha pigs succeed stress, smoken weed and nicoteen but what a nigga really need is Thorozine right before I die i'll be curseing tha law reincarnated bitch even worse than before my four-four's givin payback my underhanded plan to get them niggas while they laid back and big stretch hit tha scene with tha mini 14 servin suckers like dope fiends and lead tha whole team Under Pressure Nigga That's right (Stretch) Never run throw your gun in tha air oh yeah nigga bust ain't no time to spare called tha ruffest mothaf**ker and we f**k shit up and with tha stainless steel (???), we cut shit up flash and blast a nigga with tha quickness cock tha four pound motherf**ker when I spit this and rip this damn, my mind is in tha depths of hell but when i'm walking on tha street kid my name rings bells and I never fell nigga I stand to tall i'm just a thug motherf**ker who was born to brawl givin my all so niggas wanna bring it to me so i'ma sell my cocain and lay they ass down 'G' Under Pressure (Tupac) yeah, look here tho Runnin wild I never smiled as a juvenile even now I keep a frown when I come around don't ask me about tha past it was all bad shots blasted will I last in tha wrong path in tha dark is where my heart saw tha most grief mothaf**kers is getten shanked over gold teeth am I sick ? cause i'm addicted to get splifted watch tha stupid ass tricks get lifted nothens changed cause in tha came it's a steady aim f**k friends cause when in danger those niggas change puff weed and stuff G's in my sock G call Ki's and Hennessy where tha glock be Times passen will I last here another day I put my gun away and grab my AK it's getten hectic I can't call it house full of alcoholics now we're niggas under pressure yeah, that's right... Under Pressure, we're niggas under pressure yeah (Tupac and Stretch together repeated 11x) When tha Pressures on it's a hit Ski mask Extra Gats bring tha clips don't nobody move when we walk tha streets they stay silent cause talk is cheap |
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| 4:00 |
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(Macadoshis)
It was a dope spot from y'all One on one strappin' That's the way it was when the four of us was strappin' I'm a f**kin' class from the Gs in the hood Puttin' worth, did some dirt Now a snitch never would Blowin' fat jag blunts with my nigga P Growin' up Time comin' back sippin Henessey We said we seniors are old And I felt like a god man bitch And i had my pickup '85 bitch And my family was known to be great See Syke Moore representin' no matter who sets it on Street power Why you niggas flip and you thug shit I be by my motherf**kin' grip Numba nos Cause we three million minds Remember that Damn its a shame But still I'm in the game I'm tryin to get street fame (chorus) (Syke) Don't blame my mama Don't blame my daddy I know they wish they never had me In and out of jail by 12 Failing out of school Cause I was livin' by the street rules Hangin with hoes Droppin dawgs as a little loot I was gettin my respect but i was still rude Into the game and slang Into the cocaine With 'em double ups We slangin them whole things Hey I just told my mail man You hangin like a bail And even with no proof they gonna put me in jail Everbody says he's sold and I'm outta control Motherf**kers gossip and I still roll Bitches want my cash on my dash on my pac-vit They wouldn't know a motherf**ker if he didn't have shit So while I'm ballin and kickin up dust Get your score fresh Bitch made niggas know not to f**k with us Cause I'm livin on the edge I'm blastin lead Wanted by the feds they got to take me dead So f**k it try to work it in the inner city In the land of no pity I made it by the street fame (chorus) (Rated R) Super storm made it by street fame I had to make some people feel the pain In this dirty game I know I'm on my way to hell Hey yo gather it up for all the niggas that have been smoked The hood that took me under A nigga gots the heart Don't get it twisted cause I'm mad with my homey's score I kill for my niggas, my niggas kill for me That's the love you get from your drug for you pootie It works, see? I'm a G Would a gang of niggas have to reach and appeal me Cause I smoked their homey Well don't feel proud Cause around here thats what makes it worse I smoke blunts all day to keep my mind off them They don't stop Through my casket drop-top let me ride All i want is Shatmo He's a god And it don't matter if a rapper plays Cause I cought the back of some minds F**k the fame (chorus)... (fade out) |
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Chorus
From tha Cradle to the Grave, life ain't never been easy Living in the ghetto. From the cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easy Living in the ghetto. June 16, 1971 Mama gave birth to a hell raisin' heavanly son. See the doctor tried to smack me but I smacked him back, My first words were "thug for life" and "Papa pass the Mac." I'm bustin' on these motha f**kas ballin' Listen you can hear my mini 14 callin'. From out the window of my drop top I got my glock cocked bustin' at niggas when will it stop ? Now tell me are you scared of the dark? Can't close my eyes I see visions And even with this thug livin' will I escape in prison ? Penitentiary chances was an all day thang The only way to advance and if you slang Then you'd better have your nikes on Cause when we fight it's in the middle of the night with no lights on. Hey!! There must be a God cause I feel lucky, Paranoid out my mind this motha f**ka's tryin' to rush me. Am I goin' to jail? Look at me bailin' Commin' out the court house all about mail and bank Never die be a hustler mothaf**kas And makin' thugs out you suckas. From the cradle to the grave. Chorus From the cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easy Living in the ghetto. easy From the cardle to the grave, life ain't never been easy Living in the ghetto. From the cradle to the grave since a little bitty child I've been known to get ill and kinda buck wild. Pop pop! just like the part that's in my walk with street talk I'm runnin' up the block in the dark with less spark. Survalience on a nigga every day, Waitin' on my daddy just to take his ass away. Now Mama always workin' tryin' to make ends meet. So now a young niggas bein' raised by the streets. And then the on other one that ever showed me love Was my dope fiend uncle strung out on drugs a striaght thug. Just me, my mama out here on our own So I got two gatts one black and one of chrome. Now I don't wanna hurt nobody but I must defend mine! It's all the f**k I got so stop and walk a thin line. Young niggas be brave and keep on thuggin' from the cradle to the grave, From the cradle to the grave. Chorus From the cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easy Living in the ghetto. From the cradle to the grave, I'm glad to say I made it this far. Many G's died hard and all they got was their name here up on a wall. It's sad thinkin' about the times Life goes on, I'm steady lost in this land... as the warzone I got no home don't have no friends neither. It's just me by my lonely so I married my nina. I keeps her wherever I go, I love my ho. Never leave home with out my sugar. I'm hafta plug a nigga. Mama told me not to trust no punks, And kick his ass if he lay a hand on me. Since then I been known. Sometimes I think my own self stupid Cause I stay shootin' at marks, Get twisted up in police reports. Since the cradle, I've been ungreatful. My first toy was a gun I got sprung and learn to love weapons. But now I'm through with money and through with street fame. Somebody peeled my cap and put me in my grave. Chorus From the cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easy Living in the ghetto. From the cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easy Living in the ghetto. March 18th a rainy day my mama gave birth To a baby boy trapped in hell on Earth. From day one it wasn't fun I never had a crumb. Daddy worked two jobs and Mama won't stop drinkin' rum. I tried to cope loc but my family's broke And my pocket's short so now I gotta sling dope. In a game filled with pain it's a f**kin' shame, The white man got a motha f**ka slingin' cane. So now it's on from dusk to dawn I get my serve on. Always in the spot with my glock slingin' rocks at the rocks. Shit don't stop I'm steady dodgin' cops. I never flip flop hear my glock cock thug till I drop. And if I hit the pen I gotta do my time Sittin' on my bunk reminiscing about the good times. It's f**ked up a nigga gotta grow up doing dirt, But from the cradle to the grave I'ma put in work. Chorus From the cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easy Living in the ghetto. From the cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easyy Living in the ghetto. Time's movin' fast will I last another day? So I pray and I lay with my A-K. Did I sell my soul as a young kid? All the things I did Wishin' someone held me but they never did. I can't take it will I make it to my older age? Before I'm shot up or locked up in a f**kin' cage. Lord help me, guide me, save me! Cause that's the way that Daddy raised me crazy. Do or die. Nigga pull the trigger don't give a f**k. You'd rather be in jail than get your ass bucked. Nobody cares, it's me against the world. Keepin' murder on my mind and my tech-9. I got nothin' to lose, payin' dues, nigga you wanna die? I get high then my mission is a walk-by. You'd better jet when I hit your set cause I'm commin'. Start runnin' yellin' "evil mind" as I'm gunnin'. One in the chamber for the anger that I build inside, For the mothers that cried, for my homies that died. The begining is an ending, am I just a slave? So I got to be brave from the cradle to the grave. Chorus til fade |
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