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Ma-ah-an, it ain't easy |
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They got me goin cold-hearted |
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Probation, violation, incarceration |
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Frustration, you know |
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Fuck that, nigga damn near bouts to start basin |
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It's hard! Hard on a nigga |
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[Coughing] |
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Hard on a nigga (yeah it is, yeah it is) |
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[Whispered] Kill kill kill, murder murder murder |
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Watch out nigga! |
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[Chorus: x2] |
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Now tell me do you see |
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Life's so hard on a nigga when you livin like a G |
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[Chorus x2 throughout: Tupac] |
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Daz in this motherfucker |
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Alright bwoy, drop that shit |
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Whassup man? Always listen to that shit? |
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That ole criminal shit? Peep game nigga, peep game, feel me |
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[Verse 1:] |
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Travel through my mind am I blind it's a shame |
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Young niggaz gettin murdered straight took out the game |
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As I sit here puffin on a cigarette |
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Gotta be ready, never know who's plottin on a niggaz death |
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These are the rough times, best to hurry up |
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And duck muhfucker 'fore I buck mine |
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It's gettin crazy and everybody's strapped |
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Surrounded by niggaz but nam motherfucker down to watch my back |
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These are the bitch made niggaz, you been played nigga |
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While you starvin and broke they pullin six figures |
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Oooh, what can you do |
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When you can't trust your crew, time to bust out the twenty-two |
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Boo-yaow! Ran out of weed, so I'm sippin |
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On this Hennesey, tell me, do you feel me? |
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Heyyy, I have no remorse |
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As I take another sip of my liquor and spit my sick thoughts, oooh |
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[Chorus] |
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[Verse 2:] |
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Thuggin to the fullest, got my strap, I'm a pull it |
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On the first muhfucker that can outrun a bullet |
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These some Thug Life niggaz, them done like triggers |
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Got these punk wannabes and they jockin like bitches |
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Now my riches is gettin hoe-zone, it's on |
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Fuck a mystery, do you wanna get with me, then let's bone |
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I'm a take her to my hideout, cause I'm smokin that spinach |
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And stayin strong to the finish and then I ride out |
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See you on the freeway, sorry baby |
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But I gotta call my homey see what he say |
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I ain't got no time, I gotta get mine |
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I keep my mind on my loot, I'll shoot everytime |
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And ain't no way I'm a let bitch made nigga worry me |
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Catch me slippin, empty the clip and bury me |
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Hell nah nigga have to plug me twice |
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Ain't no slippin when you Thug for Life, motherfucker can you see? |
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[Chorus x2] |
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[Verse 3:] |
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Never bow down let these other bitches crawl |
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I'm a Thug motherfucker and these Thugs only ball |
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Ain't no half steppin here, from the cradle to the grave |
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I'm a muhfuckin fool, but I choose to get paid |
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Now my pockets gettin empty, and I'm panicked in a fright |
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Me and my bitch named Nina are fiendin tonight |
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Ain't nobody livin safe, got a Glock, and I'm stressin |
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All I want is my muhfuckin money, ain't no question |
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Don't try to stall little trick, cause we hit |
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So bring in the scissors and get to clippin that dick |
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I'd rather die young than die old and broke |
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That's why I stay drunk, and I constantly smoke |
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My memories as a youngsta, hangin with the homies |
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But now I'm doin bad and them bitches don't know me (Who? Who?) |
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But playa haters can't fade me (Why?) |
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Cause this is Thug Life nigga and we're crazy, tell me do you see? |
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[Chorus x2] |
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[Verse 4:] |
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Yeah, constantly runnin from danger ain't no stranger to cop cars |
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Gettin arrested and tested wearin a vest and don't drop my guards |
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My life is hectic my homies send mail from jail |
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Niggaz in Hell got some horrible stories to tell |
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I'm catchin cases and still tryin to stack a grip |
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The IRS is tryin to stress off a niggaz shit |
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A young nigga never had a prayer to prevail |
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And all my peers doin years locked up in jail |
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What can I do, stay strapped, get a bigger crew |
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And creep around with them Dogg Pound niggaz too |
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And now we rich ain't no bitch than can touch us |
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And it's a trip, how we clown, when we fuck sluts |
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Bust nuts then I cut, that's my new thang |
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And motherfuckers got on do-rags |
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[Chorus x2] |
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Can I get paid, can I get paid, can I motherfuckin get paid |
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Nigga can work for his money all motherfuckin day and |
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Still never see a piece of it, you understand me? |
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It's not about the nice guy |
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It's bout the hardworkin motherfuckin Thug nigga |
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If you ain't a Thug nigga, you ain't really doin nothin |
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[Chorus repeats in background] |
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You ain't really makin nothin |
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These motherfuckin po-po's and these pink folks |
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Got it all locked up for us to fail |
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See how they did O.J., and they doin niggaz like that all day |
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So if you don't watch your motherfuckin stack |
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Believe me, this could be your last breath... |
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[Chorus x2: to fade] |