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2pac – thug life ( lyrics

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[2pac]
k!ll, k!ll, k!ll
k!ll, k!ll, k!ll

[verse 1]
raised by thugs schooled by k!llers
i learned mathematics from big time dealers
so how the f-ck these love to see a n-gga fallin’
pop the glock, suckas plottin’ on a playa ’cause he’s ballin’
up early in the mornin’ four deep
creepin’ in my jeep, n-gga real thugs don’t sleep
you’ll never k!ll a real g, feel me
how many cops gotta drop ‘fore they k!ll me
murder in the m-th-f-ckin’ worst way
turned to a k!lla on my 21st birthday
boom, boom, on a crooked cop, drop that
livin’ like a thug ’til these n-ggas get they block back
oh sh-t, deep in motion
’til we get a grip, my m-th-f-ckas won’t quit
livin’ that thug life!
tryin’ to make a million of that drug life
i got a glock named cop k!lla
so read the papers, another cop caught the vapors
might spend a little time with a b-tch let her know (ho)
i’m married to the jungle, i live the thug life

[chorus]
born in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop k!lla
i live the thug life
born in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop k!lla
thug life
born in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop k!lla
thug life
born in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop k!lla
thug life
born in the ghetto as a street thug (how you livin’?), labeled as a cop k!lla
thug life
born in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop k!lla
thug life
born in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop k!lla

[verse 2]
i [?] hit chronic, run with a wild
bunch thinkin’ of dead n-ggas that i knew that died young
is there a heaven for a n-gga up to no good
or is it just another f-ckin’ hood?
i’m havin’ talks with my n-gga little g from down the street
and the n-gga been dead for three weeks
i’m goin’ crazy, d-mn is a n-gga loc’d
finger on the trigger, tryin’ not to get smoked
rollin’ through the hood with my flosses
n-ggas keep my finger on the trigger ’cause i’m hopeless
what’s wrong with a m-th-f-cker comin’ up
makin’ mo’ bucks that’s why them hoes f-ck
had enough of these punks, thug for life
can’t stand b-tches now f-ck a wife
i told you once you can’t trust her
don’t go out like a busta, f-ck her
money bring b-tches, b-tches bring lies
hoes get h-rny and m-th-f-ckers die
never turn your back on the game
i’ll be lettin’ off shots ’til the sh-t change
i live the thug life!

[chorus]
born in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop k!lla
born in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop k!lla
born in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop k!lla
born in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop k!lla
born in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop k!lla
born in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop k!lla
born in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop k!lla
born in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop k!lla
born in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop k!lla

[collision]
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