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tupac shakur - out on bail lyrics

intro:
oh, i posted bail? i’m out this motherf-cker?
i can go? oh, f-ck y’all, ey, f-ck the judge
f-ck the motherf-ckin’ district attorney, (f-ck you) the prosecutor (f-ck you)
and f-ck you motherf-ckers in the jury box (f-ck you)
f-ck all y’all. cause i’m out on motherf-ckin’ bail
y? all ain’t never gonna see me in this motherf-cker again. drop that sh-t em.
let these old punk -ss b-tches know how we runnin’ this sh-t
n-gg-z ain’t going back to court you stank -ss b-tches

verse 1:
im stuck in jail, the da’s tryin’ to burn me,
i’d be out on bail if i had a good attorney,
wanna label me a criminal and cuff me up,
got a pocket full of money so they rough me up,
i ain’t trippin’ in the county and i’m mad as f-ck,
got a record so they put me with the baddest bunch,
everybody wanna talk cause i’m rappin’,
they askin’ me what happened,
is it true you did a flick with janet jackson,
i can’t sleep they takin’ polaroid? s,
and i’m tryna to use the phone but they makin’ noise,
man i wish i had my glock cause its major,
i’m makin’ shanks out the plastics in razors,
these motherf-ckers won’t leave me alone that? s my word,
bout to turn a violation to a motherf-ckin’ murder,
i’m makin’ collect calls to my old b-tches,
send more pictures and make me some more riches,
to all the suckers on the block talkin’ sh-t while i was locked up,
be prepared to get socked up,
cause the game is deep and the fame is brief,
and you bullsh-ttin’ b-tches ain’t changin’ me,
i came straight up out the gutter i was saved from h-ll,
and i’m a thug i was raised in jail,
now i’m out on bail.

chorus:
out on bail (you know what f-ckin’ time it is)
thuglife will never fail (i’m out on bail)
thuglife n-gg-z (i’m going straight to 50, 000 b–tch)
thuglife n-gg-z (i’m out on bail)
out on bail (hey, hand me some motherf-ckin’ colt 40’s from the fridge n-gg-)
thuglife will never fail (cause i’m out on bail)
thuglife n-gg-z (hey, p-ss me my motherf-ckin’ rolex)
thuglife n-gg-z (yes b-tch that’s a presidential, c? mon)

verse 2:
i’m stuck in jail, mad as a b-tch,
i’d be out on bail if it wasn’t for the snitch,
runnin’ wild through the streets like i’m loco,
and f-ck the punk police and they chokeholds,
i got no love in my heart cause i’m heartless,
mobbin’ in the park after dark wanna start sh-t,
rippin’ up the scene as a teen i was at it (hey),
and sellin’ products to the addicts cause they gotta have it,
i was a well-known thug and i gotta lot a love,
hangin? out with the old g’s shootin’ up the clubs,
and mama told me don’t hang with the homeys,
but they got me if they need me then it’s on g,
got me sittin’ in the cell a five by seven,
will i finally get to go to ghetto heaven,
got my b-tches on the outside writin’ me letters,
and they tell me they love me and the sh-t will get better,
i don’t believe? em cause i just got the news on the wire,
take it how you want it but your b-tch is on fire,
i gotta be a player so i stay strong,
cause i know that i won’t be away long,
and when i finally do hit the f-ckin’ streets i’m a handle this,
a thug n-gg- gettin’ scandalous,
i’m on bail

chorus:
out on bail,
thuglife will never fail,
thuglife n-gg-z,
thuglife n-gg-z,
out on bail,
thuglife will never fail,
thuglife n-gg-z,
thuglife n-gg-z,
out on bail,
thuglife well never fail,
thuglife n-gg-z,
thuglife n-gg-z,
out on bail,
thuglife well never fail,
thuglife n-gg-z,
thuglife n-gg-z,
out on bail,
thuglife well never fail,
thuglife n-gg-z,
thuglife n-gg-z,
out on bail,
thuglife well never fail,
thuglife n-gg-z,
thuglife n-gg-z,
out on bail,
thuglife well never fail,
thuglife n-gg-z,
thuglife n-gg-z.

outtro (through chorus):
see? out on bail. b–tch. you know what time it is. i’m out on bail.
you know. out on bail. y’all blow that sh-t. get me up out this,
yo, em! get me up out of this motherf-cker, baby,
these motherf-ckers are harrasing me and that ain’t cool,
i’m out on bail. i’ll see ya? ll motherf-ckers at the next show, tupac, and by the way, the media is my b-tch,
it’s that famous sh-t, you know? that? s that old real thug sh-t,
real live thug sh-t, genuine, you know what i’m sayin’,
i wouldn’t waste your motherf-ckin’ time with no bullsh-t baby,
trust me, it’s that real sh-t. that sh-t you? d tell your grandkids about, you know?
i ran with a thug n-gg-, believe that,
this my motherf-ckin’ n-gg- em on them motherf-ckin’ boards in case your wonderin’,
we doing’ this sh-t h-ll motherf-ckin’ yeah, an ounce of that sh-t sittin’ in your motherf-ckin’ lec,
now press rewind n-gg-.

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