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2pac – thug life (original version 2) lyrics

[intro: 2pac]
the question: is it real?
the answer: the young mothaf+ckin’ thug n+gga
k+dogs, young hollywood, big mothaf+ckin’ malcolm
representing on the mothaf+ckin’ high level
these mothaf+ckas just don’t understand me
they all family
won’t y’all n+ggas beat these bustas ass

[verse 1: young hollywood “kadafi”]
what’s up for ’95, yeah 95 sound live
i’m throwin’ crumbs on my runnin’ crew one time
i go i know i roll, i get for my cydal
when i was young, that nickel+plated four fifth was my idol
chrome and stones, bones or [?]
gettin’ dangos while i’m sittin’ at home
is what i scheme of so now what i dream of
is a life full of trouble in fact
countin’ double digits stacks lay back
four minutes five hundred [?]
i can see my self in it
[?], you ever heard of a dummy
with glocks between his tummy
load and dirty and crummy
talking about that thug life be the only life i know
talking about that drug life without this rap sh+t
probably be only route i go
and matter fact i know i strive through this for sho’
live that thug life
[chorus: female singing & 2pac]
thug life, it’s the only life for me (a n+gga live a)
thug life, forever hustling in the streets (forever live a)
thug life, when no one else was there for me (got to)
thug life, these g’s became my family

[verse 2: edi “big malcolm”]
thug life, ever since we was from day one
l!cking shot, gettin’ back and duck from stray shun
[?] never my thought
i guess this is my fought
i told the shakur that n+gga with his f+ckin’ coat of ole
l!ck it slowly, breath stinkin’ to the police
[?]
snaps with the homies and all y’all know where they wack over
young n+gga sho’ don’t like tryna survive though the strife
where the f+ckin brethren right, you f+ckin right
i go loonies for my loochie whenever bootsy
i was draped in this crazed so forever thug time i stay
clucthin’ pay and duckin’ strays
i’m just a young thug rather see 20 and plenty more
[?] i ain’t ready for
so it’s only right for me to earn my f+ckin’ strikes
everyday i fight, i fight
livin’ that
[chorus: female singing & 2pac]
thug life, it’s the only life for me (n+gga gotta live a)
thug life, forever hustling in the streets (i forever live a)
thug life, when no one else was there for me (now i gots to live a)
thug life, the g’s became my family
(k)

[verse 3: k+dog “kastro”]
well, some wadn’t with a real n+ggas
wanna few cents make me represent harder
no dough i can’t bother
’cause don’t nothing move but the papers
and n+ggas catches vapors
more, more n+ggas doing capers for them
stacks [?] me and my men’s
it all means
the black benz and rims and diamond rings
make me think thoughts of all source in a [?]
puffin’ on ‘port for the pressure while the
sh+lls [?], thugs [?]
get on the trick pool, punks are livin’ wonderful
[?] ebonic, make a play a day
blast away and i pray that a n+gga lay
and peeps ’cause some of my lead in the [?] with reels
get the slaps [?]
i guess i gotta k!ll for reala
and my n+ggas never show me nothin’ right
now i’m hyped on this motherf+ckin’ thug life
[chorus: female singing & 2pac]
thug life, it’s the only life for me (i gotta live a)
thug life, forever hustling in the streets (i wanna f+ckin’ live a)
thug life, when no one else was there for me (all the bad was a)
thug life, the g’s became my family
thug life, it’s the only life for me (that’s why a n+gga live a)
thug life, forever hustling in the streets (i’m holding back)
thug life, when no one else was there for me (i live a)
thug life, the g’s became my family

[outro: 2pac]
who do young n+gga got out there these mothaf+ckin’ decks
preachers them mothaf+ckas is as crooked as the motherf+ckin’ n+ggas on the street
cops motherf+ckas takin’ bribes, endin’ lives
n+ggas don’t give a f+ck about me
n+gga wanna g, i be lost in the motha f+ckin sauce
now i’m a g, i’m boss
starin’ at this mothaf+ckin thug life
keep a n+gga real, keep me on toes, lord knows
i don’t know what tomorrow bring
i do know one thing
ain’t nothing gon’ change ’bout this game
f+ck the fame, all i want is the riches
side+steppin’ the b+tches
and snitches they lay in ditches, dead, two the head
instead of me goin’ to the penitentiary
n+gga i’ve been doing this sh+t since the elementary
figure me fallin’, i’m continuously ballin’
never die, always high, thug life, baby
have you seen me lately?
these young mothaf+ckin thugs k+dogs, young hollywood, big malcolm, mothaf+ckin’ mutah
the n+ggas ain’t to be f+cked with, they ain’t fi+finna be played with (never that!)
they finna slay half these mothaf+ckas in the biz
what is this
mothf+ckas think they can get it, sh+t
y’all n+ggas is tweakin’
y’all can’t fade these n+ggas (never)
these the craziest mothaf+ckin’ n+ggas in your eighty [?]
and i can have you mothaf+ckas out the box
right out n+ggas out there screamin’ about b+tches
and sh+t all of that (y’all n+ggas can’t fade me)
bullsh+t, we ain’t gon’ name no names
’cause if you really want beef, we bring it to you punk mothaf+ckas
but half y’all n+ggas is out there rappin’ like other n+ggas
these mothaf+cks is rappin’ like thug n+ggas
young mothaf+ckin’ thugs, they keep it real
and i put that on my mothaf+ckin’ momma
and everybody momma out there
how about that? you little sucaks
y’all can’t fade this, whole crooked ass sh+t
and after this, there’s gon’ be another hit
after that won’t know, ’cause mo zino bee playin’
he don’t be playin’ either
when he bringing me that mothaf+ckin’ heater
on every single block, on every single street
there’s a thug n+gga
when you see the police n+gga
put up the middle finger, ’cause ain’t no love n+gga
that’s how we do it in the ghetto
thought you knew n+gga ahahaha
these n+ggas don’t know
young thugs baby! (tell ’em, n+ggas know)
ayy if n+ggas got gats, put one in the chamber n+gga
that’s how we do it
stay strapped, stay ready
ayy but throw your mothaf+ckin’ hands up
if is it the fist fight and handle it like a mothaf+ckin’ thug hom’
don’t be no busta be running for the trunk like a sucka
that’s not how we do things around here on thug block
on thug block, n+gga we throw it from the shoulders (all day!)
and y’all always drop boulders ’cause we soldiers, that’s how we do it (that’s right, that’s right n+gga)
and if you a sucka you gon’ be a quick runnin’ for the gun ass
n+gga
’cause you need that trigger to feel big, you know?
i’ma pull your whole card
young thugs, thug life, believe that!
95 money makin’
thug life
biatch!

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