Alright now, here we go
Verse One: 2Pac
Tell me, how many real motherfuckers feel me? I smoke a blunt
and freak the funk until these jealous motherfuckers kill me
I`m out the gutter, pick a hero
I`m 165 and staying high til I die, my competion`s zero
Cause I could give a fuck about you, better duck
Or I`ll be forced to hit yo ass up I give a fuck
I`m sick inside my mind, why you sweatin me?
It`s gonna take an army full of crooked ass cops to come and get me
Niggaz know I ain`t the one to sleep on, I`m under pressure
Gotta sleep with my piece, an extra clip beside my dresser
Word to God I`ve been ready to die since I was born
I don`t want no shit but niggaz trip and yo it`s on
Open fire on my adversaries, don`t even worry
Better have on a vest aim for the chest and then you buried
It`s a man`s world, niggaz get played, another stray
Hope I live to see another day, hey
I`m getting sweated by these undercovers, who can I trust?
Got my mama stressin thinkin it`s a drug bust
Gotta get paid but all the drama that`s attached
We living a Drug Life, Thug Life, each day could be my last
Will I blast when it`s time to shoot? Don`t even ask
That`s the consequences when ya livin, fast
Six bricks of tricks, for my niggaz, I gotta come up
and recoup, you keep the dope just bring me six figures
Is it a bust? I hear the sirens, run for cover
over the fence and open fire
Alright now, here we go
Verse Two: 2Pac
These motherfuckers on my ass I`m in traffic, will it be tragic?
I`m comin round the corner like I`m Magic
Doin ninety on the freeway, and hittin switches
In a high speed chase with these punk bitches
Don`t turn around I ain`t givin up, cause they don`t worry me
Pussy ass bitches better bury me
Runnin outta gas time to park it, I`m on foot
We in the hood, how the fuck they gon catch a crook? Haha
I got away cause I`m clever
Went to my neighbors for a favor now you know players stick together
I watch the scene from the rooftop, spittin loogies
at the coppers that persue me, beotch!
I be a hustler til it`s over, motherfucker
Open fire on you bustas
Alright now, here we go
Verse Three: 2Pac
Don`t try to follow me, I`m headed outta state
I gotta pay my fuckin bills, so I`m transportin weight
Change my plates, pick up my nigga, and now we rollin
Droppin keys like they stolen, hehe
Tell me who do you fear? I`m outta town until the coast is clear
Enough dope to last a year
They got me running from the police, nowhere to go
With the lights out, rollin down a dirt road
But I ain`t goin alive, I`d rather die than be a convict
I`d rather fire on my target
I hit the corner doing ninety, ahhhh shit!
Them bitches right behind me
They take a shot and hit my fuckin tires
Now, jump out the car then I open fire, sucka!
Hahahaha, Thug Life!
