2Pac — Thug Life Original Version 2

[Intro: 2Pac] The question: "Is it real?" The answer: "The Young Mothafuckin' Thugz!" (Nigga!) K-Dogs (That's right), Young Hollywood (Come on), Big mothafuckin' Malkey (Yeah) Representing on a mothafuckin' higher level These mothafuckas just don't understand me They all family Won't y'all niggas hit these bustas ass (What's up?) [Verse 1: Young Hollywood "Kadafi"] What's up for '95? Yeah, '95 sound live! I'm through with crimes, no more runnin' from one-time Although I know what I'll get for my title When I was young, that nickel-plated Four-Fifth was my idol Chrome and stones, bones, and portable phones Gettin' bungalow while I'm sittin' at home is what I scheme of So now what I dream of is a life full of trouble In fact countin' double digit stacks Lay back for a minute, 500 SEL, yeah, I could see myself in it! Murder over money, you ever heard of a dummy With Glocks between his tummy, low down dirty and crummy? Talk about that Thug Life be the only life I know Talk about that drug life without this rap shit Probably be the only route I go And matter of fact I know I'll strive through this fo' sho' Live that Thug Life [Chorus: Female singing & 2Pac] Thug Life, it's the only life for me (A nigga live a) Thug Life, forever hustling in the streets (I forever live a) Thug Life, when no one else was there for me (I gotta live a) Thug Life, the G's became my family [Verse 2: EDI "Big Malcolm"] Thug Life, ever since we was from day one Licking shots, gettin' back at the frustration Live on rap is never my thought, I guess it's my fault I told the support that nigga with his fuckin' court Of OLE, drinkin' slowly, breath stinking tripped the police Don't nothing matter but makin' snaps with The homies, and all y'all know it ain't right Throw a young nigga slow on life tryna survive through the strife With a fuckin' butter knife, you fuckin' right I go looney for my loochie whenever pulled, see I was raised in the craze, so forever thuggin' is how I stay Clutchin' pay and duckin' strays I'm just a young thug, glad to see twenty And plenty more, but the OGs say the [?] that I ain't ready for So it's only right for me to earn my fuckin' stripes Every day I fight, I fight, livin' that [Chorus: Female singing & 2Pac] Thug Life It's the only life for me (Nigga gotta live a) Thug Life Forever hustling in the streets (I forever live a) Thug Life When no one else was there for me (Now I gots to live a) Thug Life The G's became my family (K) [Verse 3: K-Dog "Kastro"] Well, some wonder With a real niggas [?] a few cent make me represent harder No dough, I can't bother, 'cause Don't nothing move but the papers when niggas catch vapors More, more niggas doing capers, but I'm [?] me and my mens, it all means That black Benz on rims and diamond rings (Hahaha) Make me think thoughts of all sorts in no lesser (Yeah, nigga, yeah!) Puffin' on Ports for the pressure [?] [?], thugs ball to the full Get on the trick pull, hopes of livin' wonderful I ray in a bionic, make a playa a day Blast away and I pray that a nigga lay In peace, crease up my leaves in the breeze With the real, get to slap, so act so I guess I gotta peel For realer, my niggas never showed me nuttin' right Now I'm hyped on this motherfuckin' Thug Life [Chorus: Female singing & 2Pac] Thug Life, it's the only life for me (I gotta live a) Thug Life, forever hustling in the streets (A mothafucka live a) Thug Life, when no one else was there for me (Only thing was the) Thug Life, the G's became my family Thug Life, it's the only life for me (That's why a nigga live the) Thug Life, forever hustling in the streets (Only thing for me) Thug Life, when no one else was there for me (I live a) Thug Life, the G's became my family [Outro: 2Pac] Who do young nigga got out here these mothafuckin' days Preachers? Them mothafuckas is as crooked as the motherfuckin' niggas on the street Cops? Motherfuckas takin' bribes, endin' lives Those niggas don't give a fuck about me Nigga run a G, I'll be lost in the motha fuckin Sauce Now I'm a G, I'm boss Starin' at this mothafuckin Thug Life Keep a nigga real, keep me on toes, Lord knows I don't know what tomorrow'll bring I do know one thing Ain't nothing gon' change 'bout this game Fuck the fame, all I want is the riches Side-steppin' the bitches And snitches they lay in ditches, dead, two to the head Instead of me goin' to the penitentiary Nigga I've been doing this shit since the elementary Figure me fallin', I'm continuously ballin' Never die, always high, Thug Life, baby Have you seen me lately? These Young Mothafuckin' Thugz K-Dogs, Young Hollywood, Big Malkey, mothafuckin' Mutah The niggas ain't to be fucked with They ain't fi-finna be played with (Never that, never that) They finna slay half these mothafuckas in the biz (All day) What is this? Mothfuckas think they can beat me, shit Y'all niggas is tweakin' Y'all can't fade these niggas (Never) These the craziest mothafuckin' niggas in your age bracket (Thuggin' to the fullest) And I can have you mothafuckas out the box Niggas out there screamin' about bitches And shit all that (Y'all niggas can't fade me) Bullshit, we ain't gon' name no names 'Cause if you really want beef, we bring it to you punk mothafuckas But half y'all niggas is out there rappin' like other niggas These mothafucks is rappin' like thug niggas Young Mothafuckin' Thugz, they keep it real And I put that on my mothafuckin' momma And everybody momma out there How about that? You little suckas Y'all can't fade this, ol' crooked ass shit And after this, it's gon' be another hit After that, one more, 'cause Mo Zee don't be playin' We don't be playin' either (Slayin') When we bringing you that mothafuckin' heater On every single block, on every single street There's a thug nigga When you see the police nigga Put up the middle finger, 'cause ain't no love nigga That's how we do it in the ghetto Thought you knew nigga, ahahaha These niggas don't know Young Thugz baby! (Tell 'em, niggas though) Ayy if niggas got gats, put one in the chamber nigga (If you got one, put one in the chamber) That's how we do it Stay strapped, stay ready Ayy but throw your mothafuckin' hands up If there's just a fistfight nigga, and handle it like a mothafuckin' thug (Throw them thangs, nigga!) Don't be no busta be running for the trunk like a sucka (Like the mothafuckin' old school suckas) That's not how we do things around here on thug block On thug block, nigga we throw it from the shoulders (All day!) And we always drop boulders 'cause we soldiers, that's how we do it (That's right, that's right nigga) And if you a sucka you gon' be a quick runnin' for the gun ass nigga 'Cause you need that trigger to feel bigger, but you know? I'ma pull your whole card Young Thugz, Thug Life, believe that! 95 money makin' Thug Life Biatch!