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2pac – thug nature lyrics


one, two
to a n-gg- nature

no need to cry now, go wipe your tears
be a woman, why you actin’ surprised?
you showed the bullsh-t, commin’ fake hair
fake nails, fake eyes too

so why you bound to f-ck wit fake guys too
ain’t nothin’ hard about it
why you lookin’ sad, should’a though about it
say you learn, i truly doubt it

i guess you got a problem with affection, kinda loose with the love
gettin’ freaky with the thug n-gg-z up in the club
ask to buy you a drink, you holla don perione
knowin’ i’m a cash dealer, still i, remain calm

let you chill with me
plus you was smilin’ ’til the bill miss me
that’s what you get for trynna d-ck me
missed me with that buy me this, buy me that

syndrome sh-t
b-tch get a job if you wanna be rich
gettin’ mad ‘cuz i cursed and i screamed, i hate’cha
introduced you to a n-gg- nature, feel me

one, two
to a n-gg- nature

probably too nice at first
i lettin’ you kiss where it hurts
me and you gettin’ busy, slangin’ d-ck in the dirt
met you at a pool party it was cool to kick it

see us, toungkissin’, you was truly with it
little exstacy, hennessey, mix with me
picture me pray for p-ssy when the d-ck’s for free
hey now, where my n-gg-z at? tell these hoes

before i pay, i jerk off, word to moses
visions of you sittin’ there sweaty and wet
pointin’ at the places that you want me to hit
give me room all up in the room, call the cops

n-gg-, hit them walls til the b-st-rd drop
label me, makaveli, thug n-gg- with pipe
livin’ life as a rock star friday nights
make money, get p-ssy
always keep a pager, cell-phone in the ride
to complete my nature now!

one, two
to a n-gg- nature
(that’s a n-gg- nature)

started as a seed from the s-m-n
straight outta papa’s nuts, l-stin’ for creamin’
b-tches wit big b-tts, curves make a n-gg- cry, t-ts and sh-t
when i’m locked down beggin’ you for p-rno fleeks

sneak weed in, helped a n-gg- p-ssed the time
with my name tattoo’d so that -ss is mine
tell everybody, ‘pac put it down for good
a local legend through the whole hood

follow me, i got a gun on me
goin’ for nun on the run baby
you know a n-gg- need some, is my son crazy?
why i cry, when i be thuggin’ ’til i die

picture of n-gg- in heaven high, of weed i fly
got me missin’ dead homies with the phonies that died
hit the weed and hope it get me high
dear god, understand my ways, livin’ major
blessed with a thug’s heart
in a realla n-gg- nature!