2Pac — Thug Style

[Intro] Fuck 2Pac that nigga ain't shit That nigga ain't from muhfuckin' New York That nigga be out there with them Cali niggas Yo nigga man fuck 'Pac that nigga West Coast That fucker that always with them New York niggas Seen them with that nigga man that nigga ain't from the West Coast Man fuck 'Pac fuck that nigga that nigga ain't really down Rapin' ass nigga I didn't do it fuck it with that nigga Fuck that nigga man fuck that nigga let that nigga go to jail right And fuck that nigga fuck that nigga fuck you too nigga [Collision] I'm in this, motherfucker I guess these muthafuckas tryin' to take me out the business right I guess I ain't East Coast enough for my niggas back in New York And I ain't West Coast for these niggas on the West huh? Fuck e'rybody *laughing* Thug style out this, motherfucker, niggas, throw ya hands in the air If you got jeep make ya speakers pop I want motherfuckin' police tryin' to pull niggas over on this one We takin' this one to the whole 'nother level gutter style thug style You feel me, things that we can only do as a real G We ain't dead yet [Verse 1] Hit me, I got my Hennessy find ya foes In a room full of niggas tryin' to hide ya hoes I'm gettin' high off buddha 'cause the times be slow I keep my mind on dough you never find me broke And who me? A nigga livin' life like a G And that artillery keepin' niggas off of me I can't sleep livin' in these wicked times, peep Niggas after me 'cause they see I'm stackin' G's and heat You can holler if you want to, please!! I ain't runnin' with no punk crew be, bleed!! Enemies and my range is on, you're in the danger zone My fuckin' game is strong, now hotline You suckas better find ya mind I got mine From hustlin' and bustin' them rhymes To my niggas up in Quentin, down on Rikers Isle Stay rile, but a nigga gotta use his styles [Chorus] These, niggas don't know my style Crooked smile, juvenile, was a problem child Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild Bitch-made ass niggas don't know my style These, niggas don't know my style Crooked smile, juvenile, was a problem child Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild Bitch-made ass niggas don't know my style [Verse 2] I could be wrong but I never got along with cops It's like they stuck from makin' niggas duck from Glocks And all the time, my mind's full of thoughts of ends I'm still rollin' my bucket but I bought me a Benz (tadow) My fake friends say they love me but I know they lie 'Cause in the dark see they hearts full of homicide My mama cried when they took me off to jail Only me inside the cell, straight locked up in this hell I hear some sucker screamin' like the demon's inside Will 'em away in the mornin', only the strong survive I cry, but in my own way swallow my pride Pick a reason to hide from all the niggas that die Cemetery full of brothers I buried it's goin' down Even now I wonder will I still be around My hometown is the gutter I was born a wild I came up out this dust with my heartless style [Chorus] These, niggas don't know my style Crooked smile, juvenile, was a problem child Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild Bitch-made ass niggas don't know my style These, niggas don't know my style Crooked smile, juvenile, was a problem child Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild Bitch-made ass niggas don't know my style [Verse 3] I remember Uptown, run catch a kiss Listenin' to Mr. Magic cuttin' up the hits And even though I had a habit Makin' words rhyme I was caught up in the madness Juvenile thugs come on I tell the whole story nothin' but truth Halloween throwin' eggs from the project roofs And Pete and Lee young G's with a gift of gab Tryna hook up with the hookers who was quick to stab Remember mama's cookin', no school straight hookin' And tryin' to get with light skinned 'cause she good lookin' And jumpin' over turnstiles 'cause we ain't payin' Call the cuties cuss words but we only playin' I'm prayin' I can get a buck no luck I had to move around a lot 'cause my moms was stuck I had family but I was way too wild Had to move to the West to regain my style [Chorus] These, niggas don't know my style Crooked smile, juvenile, was a problem child Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild Bitch-made ass niggas don't know my style (scream) Niggas don't know my style Crooked smile, juvenile, was a problem child Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild Bitch-made ass niggas don't know my style (my nigga scream) Niggas don't know my style Crooked smile, juvenile, was a problem child Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild Bitch-made ass niggas don't know my style (scream) Niggas don't know my style Crooked smile, juvenile, was a problem child Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild Bitch-made ass niggas don't know my style (scream) Niggas don't know my style Crooked smile, juvenile, was a problem child Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild Bitch-made ass niggas don't know my style These, niggas don't know my style Crooked smile, juvenile, was a problem child Try to put me in the mothafuckin' cross, but my force was wild Mothafuckin' bitches [Collision] Swear y'all know a nigga You ever heard a motherfucka say: "All in the Kool-Aid, don't know the flavor"? Haha You mothafuckas all in my mothafuckin' LB and don't know the beat, haha This shit thuggish, for life, I told y'all, it's album three, see G sound, freestyle Motherfuckin' Young Thugs in this motherfucker, that's right