Thug Life — Judgement Day

[Verse 1: 2Pac] Now ever since I was a young scrub I was a thug— on the corner with my niggas slanging drugs And runnin' from the NARCs when they pass by Don't ask why, I'm a hustler, 'til my ass die Even when they do come up I'll be ready when they run up, huh I'll be a nut to put my gun up, huh It's 2Pac and Tha Mad Bitch in the '64 rag On them thangs, that's a bad bitch Getting ghost on them bitches in the town Bustin' out the backseat, nigga when we clown Homie is you down? Dee got the strap and she anxious Hurry up 'fore she spanks shit Comin' round the corners spittin' rounds They can't hold me down Caught them sucker ass bitches out of bounds Now tell me how that sound A double date laced with hate Make 'em pray for the Judgement Day Stinkin' biaatch [Verse 2: Dee Tha Mad Bitch] Look like today is Judgement and I'm bucking, everybody's in shock It's the Dee and the 'Pac, coming equipped with that rough shit No matter what you get that ass fucked up in the worst way Slay, like hit 'em all day I'm not the bitch to be fucking with You best ta think twice, see I'm a veteran in this street life I'm doing wars so fuck the wife You only live one time in this strife, so I'm going for mine Make a mill, life's a living hell You gotta make all you can make if I'm not making it then I'm taking your shit 'Cause we down 'til the last days And every minute of this living shit has got me going crazy Every day of my life, I got caught up my attitude It was my habit, let Tha coming rude In time, now it's hard to find Why we live this way, Judgement Day [Verse 3: Mopreme] Who the fuck are is this tryna judge me? Boy strong young G, get you before you get me Motherfucker's no joke, let the barrel smoke chump I got the Mossberg 12, in my trench coat Singing my song for freedom, bomb or bust We can run the old shit, what the fuck? Surviving on stretch, twenty minutes now stressed [?] then get laid to rest We get it from the cops, and the niggas that's bitch-made "Shit Don't Stop" have to cut your ass sideways Nigga it's a N World, kid's all out So motherfuckin' high, they 'bout to fall out And you expect me to live like you And your silly ass don't know what to do Huh, I'd rather fight back, and get the shit hot Blow yo' ass out the spot, on Judgement Day [Verse 4: Stretch] Uh, ghetto's the backbone, streets the crack zone Thugs cracking MAC's where we roam kid Causing destruction, and mayhem, snitches we spray 'em And Narcs [?] Tryna find and easy way to a meal ticket And do it "Thugstyle" like a G and still kick it And bringing wicked I'm living raw, straight [?] by the boss But I runs out of drugs no more So let the coke pour on the scale boy Let's get this mail boy And keep it on the low, avoid jail boy And fuck the G's on the motherfucking pen' The news flash "Thug Life Wrecking Shit Again" And wrecking shit again and again motherfucker The Young to the Guns straight causing mad ruckus I might get popped, but that's the price I gotta pay A nigga is going out on my fucking Judgement Day, out