2Pac — Thug Life 2Pac Version

[2Pac] Kill, kill, kill Kill, kill, kill [Verse 1] Raised by thugs schooled by killers I learned mathematics from big-time dealers So how the fuck these love to see a nigga fallin' Pop the Glock, suckas plottin' on a playa 'cause he's ballin' Up early in the mornin' four deep Creepin' in my Jeep, nigga real thugs don't sleep You'll never kill a real g, feel me How many cops gotta drop 'fore they kill me Murder in the muthafuckin' worst way Turned to a killa on my 21st birthday Boom, boom, on a crooked cop, drop that Livin' like a thug 'til these niggas get they block back Oh shit, deep in motion 'Til we get a grip, my muthafuckas won't quit Livin' that Thug Life! Tryin' to make a million of that drug life I got a Glock named cop killa So read the papers, another cop caught the vapors Might spend a little time with a bitch let her know (ho) I'm married to the jungle, I live the Thug Life [Chorus] Born in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop killa I live the Thug Life Born in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop killa Thug Life Born in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop killa Thug Life Born in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop killa Thug Life Born in the ghetto as a street thug (How You Livin'?), labeled as a cop killa Thug Life Born in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop killa Thug Life Born in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop killa [Verse 2] I drink Gin, hit chronic, run with a wild Bunch thinkin' of dead niggas that I knew that died young Is there a heaven for a nigga up to no good Or is it just another fuckin' hood? I'm havin' talks with my nigga little g from down the street And the nigga been dead for three weeks I'm goin' crazy, damn is a nigga loc'd Finger on the trigger, tryin' not to get smoked Rollin' through the hood with my flosses Niggas keep my finger on the trigger 'cause I'm hopeless What's wrong with a muthafucker comin' up Makin' mo' bucks that's why them hoes fuck Had enough of these punks, thug for life Can't stand bitches now fuck a wife I told you once you can't trust her Don't go out like a busta, fuck her Money bring bitches, bitches bring lies Hoes get horny and muthafuckers die Never turn your back on the game I'll be lettin' off shots 'til the shit change I live the Thug Life! [Chorus] Born in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop killa Born in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop killa Born in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop killa Born in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop killa Born in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop killa Born in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop killa Born in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop killa Born in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop killa Born in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop killa [Collision] [?]