2Pac — Thug Life Souljah Original Version 1

[Verse 1: 2Pac] Raised by thugs, schooled by killers I learned mathematics from big-time dealers So now them busters love to see a nigga falling Cocked the Glock, suckers plotting on a player cause he's ballin' Up early in the morning, four deep Creeping 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 motherfucking worst way Turned to a killer on my twenty-first birthday "Boom, boom" on a crooked cop, drawback Living like a thug 'til the niggas get the block back Oh shit, deep in motion, until we get a grip My motherfucker's won't quit Living that Thug Life, tryna make a million off that drug life I got a Glock named Cop Killer So read the papers, another Cop caught the vapors Might spend a little time with a bitch let her know I'm married to the dope, I live the Thug Life [Chorus] *Born in the ghetto as a street thug* (Gunshots) *Labelled as a cop killer* I live the Thug Life *Born in the ghetto as a street thug* (Gunshots) *Labelled as a cop killer* Thug Life *Born in the ghetto as a street thug* (Gunshots) *Labelled as a cop killer* Thug Life *Born in the ghetto as a street thug* (Gunshots) *Labelled as a cop killer* [Verse 2: Big Syke] The rules of the street I'm living by It ain't no rules, so niggas got to die Should I change or rearrange it keeps coming My TEC-9 will never stop gunning Motherfucker's down, homies they keep trippin' Fuck with me and yo' ass'll come up missing I'm just a young nigga starving I need a fucking vest for the bullets I've been dodging I'm living on the edge, blast the lead Wanted by the feds, they got to take me dead But I got to get paid first, before they roll me off in the motherfucking hearse 'Cause I'm living the Thug Life fool Staying strapped and letting that Evil Mind rule 'Cause I'm more like a killer nigga Put the pressure down and leave your ass disfigured Got a TEC-9 pointed at your dome, so you know it's on punk as bitch Better grab the chrome I refuse to be broke, have to keep trying So who gives a fuck about dying nigga If you feel you want to take then take me I be a dead motherfucker 'for you break me From the [?] to the grave you a ghost Spraying cops down as I kick in they fucking door And lay your wife down, lay your kids down And slice they neck, then I get respect Even though I might pay the price I'm living the Thug Life, yeah [Chorus] *Born in the ghetto as a street thug* (Gunshots) *Labelled as a cop killer* Thug Life *Born in the ghetto as a street thug* (How you livin'?) (Gunshots) *Labelled as a cop killer* Thug Life *Born in the ghetto as a street thug* (Gunshots) *Labelled as a cop killer* Thug Life *Born in the ghetto as a street thug* (Gunshots) *Labelled as a cop killer* [Verse 3: 2Pac] I drink Gin, hit Chronic, run with a wild bunch Thinking of the dead niggas that I knew that die young Is there a heaven for a nigga up to no good? Or is it just another fucking hood? I'm having talks with my nigga Little G from down the street And the nigga been dead for three weeks I'm going crazy, damn is a nigga loc'd Finger on the trigger, trying not to get smoked Rolling through the hood with my closest Niggas keep my finger on the trigger 'cause I'm hopeless What's wrong with a motherfucker coming up Making mo' bucks that's why them ho's fuck Had enough of these punks, thug for life Can't stand bitches, now fuck a wife I told ya once you can't trust her Don't go out like a buster, fuck her (Cause) Money bring bitches, bitches bring lies Ho's get horny and motherfuckers die Never turn your back on the game I'll be letting off shot's 'til this shit change, I live the Thug Life [Outro: Prince Ital Joe] Yeah watch them blood-clot Police boy Them love to fire at young black man with a gunshot Me not afraid of none of them Bust my blood-clot gun In a second its kill or be killed that's not gangsta All I trying to do is put food on table for my family So Police boy come fuck with me [?] for drugs Me no sell drugs, make music song Chill Me bust gun at the whole of them That boy make me feel like me wanna kill the whole of them still