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2pac – all eyez on me (nu-mixx) lyrics

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[intro: 2pac]
big syke, newt, hank, beugard, big sur
y’all know how this sh-t go
all eyes on me
motherf-ckin’ og
roll up in the club and sh-t, is that right?
all eyes on me
all eyes on me
ay, you know what?

[verse 1: 2pac]
i bet you got it twisted, you don’t know who to trust
so many player-hatin’ n-ggas tryna sound like us
say they ready for the funk, but i don’t think they knowin’
straight to the depths of h-ll is where these cowards goin’
well, are you still down? n-gga, holla when you see me
and let these devils be sorry for the day they finally freed me
i got a caravan of n-ggas every time we ride
hittin’ motherf-ckers up when we p-ss by
until i die, live the life of a boss player, ’cause even when i’m high
f-ck with me and get crossed later, the futures in my eyes
’cause all i want is cash and thangs
a five-double-oh benz, flauntin’ flashy rings, uh
b-tches pursue me like a dream
been known to disappear before your eyes just like a dope fiend
it seems, my main thing was to be major paid
the game sharper than a motherf-ckin’ razor blade
say money bring b-tches, b-tches bring lies
one n-gga’s gettin’ jealous and motherf-ckers die
depend on me like the first and fifteenth
they might hold me for a second, but these punks won’t get me
we got four n-ggas in low riders and ski masks
screamin’, “thug life” every time they p-ss, all eyes on me

[chorus: 2pac + (big syke)]
live the life of a thug n-gga until the day i die
live the life of a boss player ’cause even gettin’ high
all eyes on me
all eyes on me
live the life of a thug n-gga until the day i die
live the life of a boss player ’cause even gettin’ high
(heeyyy, to my n-gga ‘pac)

[verse 2: big syke]
so much trouble in the world, n-gga
can’t n0body feel your pain
the world’s changin’ everyday, time’s movin’ fast
my girl said i need a raise, how long will she last?
i’m caught between my woman and my pistol and my chips
triple beam, got some smokers on, whistle as i dip
i’m lost in the land with no plan, livin’ life flawless
crime boss, contraband, let me toss this
needy hookers got a lot of nerve
let my bucket swerve, i’m takin’ off from the curb
the nervousness neglect make me pack a tec
devoted to servin’ this moët and pay checks
like akai satellite, n-gga, i’m forever ballin’
it ain’t right: parasites, triggers, and fleas crawlin’
sucker, duck and get busted, no emotion
my devotion is handlin’ my business, n-gga, keep on coastin’
where you goin’, i been there, came back as lonely, homie
steady flowin’ against the grain, n-ggas still don’t know me
it’s about the money in this rap sh-t, this cr-p sh-t
it ain’t funny, n-ggas don’t even know how to act, sh-t
what can i do? what can i say? is there another way?
blunts and gin all day, 24 parlay
my little homie g, can’t you see i’m buster-free?
n-ggas can’t stand me; all eyes on me

[chorus: 2pac]
live the life of a thug n-gga until the day i die
live the life of a boss player ’cause even gettin’ high
all eyes on me
all eyes on me
live the life of a thug n-gga until the day i die
live the life of a boss player ’cause even gettin’ high
all eyes on me

[verse 3: 2pac]
the feds is watchin’, n-ggas plottin’ to get me
will i survive? will i die? come on, let’s picture the possibility
givin’ me charges, lawyers makin’ a grip
i told the judge i was raised wrong and that’s why i blaze sh-t
was hyper as a kid, cold as a teenager
on my mobile, callin’ big shots on the scene major
packin’ hundreds in my drawers, f-ck the law
b-tches, i f-ck with a p-ssion, i’m livin’ rough and raw
catchin’ cases at a fast rate, ballin’ in the fast lane
hustle ’til the mornin’, never stopped until the cash came
live my life as a thug n-gga until the day i die
live my life as a boss player, ’cause even gettin’ high
these n-ggas got me tossin’ sh-t
i put the top down, now it’s time to floss my sh-t
keep your head up, n-gga, make these motherf-ckers suffer
up in the benz, burnin’ rubber
the money is mandatory, the hoes is for the stress
this criminal lifestyle, equipped with a bulletproof vest
make sure your eyes is on the meal ticket, get your money
motherf-cker, let’s get rich and we’ll kick it; all eyes on me

[chorus: 2pac]
live the life of a thug n-gga until the day i die
live the life of a boss player ’cause even gettin’ high
all eyes on me
all eyes on me
live the life of a thug n-gga until the day i die
live the life of a boss player ’cause even gettin’ high
all eyes on me

[outro: 2pac]
pay attention, my n-ggas! see how that sh-t go?
n-gga walk up in this motherf-cker and it be like, “bing!”
cops, b-tches, every-motherf-ckin’-body
(live my life as a thug n-gga until the day i die)
(live my life as a boss playa, ’cause even gettin’ high)
i got bustas, hoes, and police watchin’ a n-gga, you know?
(i live my life as a thug n-gga until the day i die)
(livin’ life as a boss playa, ’cause even gettin’ high)
he he he, it’s like what they think
i’m walkin’ around with some ki’s in my pocket or somethin’
they think i’m goin’ back to jail, they really on that dope…