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2pac – thug 4 life (original version) lyrics


hahaha, right, thug for life, n-gga
can’t you read the signs?

[verse 1]
mobbin’ like a motherf-cker, stuck
can you picture a middle finger out the window
gettin’ f-cked of liquor; get loaded, can’t control it
n-gga, p-ss 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 motherf-cker doin’ 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 motherf-ckers wanna have fun
stuck in, buckin’ my motherf-ckin’ magnum
what does it take to be a g?
silence is a must, violence is a plus
bust shots at my adversaries, them n-ggas scurry
pick a spot to be buried
‘cause i’ll be buckin’ in a f-ckin’ hurry

thug for life, high ’til i die
when them stupid–ss b-tches ask why, tell ’em
shootin’ crooked -ss cops, let me fry
do or die, to my brothers in the penitentiary
raise h-ll, when them n-ggas mention me

thug for life, high ’til i die
when them stupid–ss b-tches ask why, tell ’em

[verse 2]
game thicker than most of these tricks
i got my mind on makin’ money
but you stuck on these fake b-tches
and jealous motherf-ckers can’t see
that’s it’s the fame that causes
these stupid b-tches to p-ss the p-ssy free
so tell me, why you sweat a motherf-cker like me?
a young n-gga tryin’ to hustle up some g’s
you p-ssy–ss playa hating hoes
freaking down on n-ggas, jumpin’ around at the shows
and you the first motherf-cker to jump
to the trunk when it’s time for funk, little trick–ss punk
thug motherf-ckers don’t die
we get high and we multiply, motherf-cker
give a holla to my n-ggas in the bay
i’m livin’ in l.a., still clutchin’ on my ak
rest in peace to my n-gga kato
till they bury me n-gga lay low
thug for life

thug for life, high ’til i die
when them stupid–ss b-tches ask why, tell ’em

thug for life, biaatch! yeah, n-gga
thug life, from now until for motherf-ckin’ forever
have-nots in this, motherf-cker