Thug 4 Life

[Tupac:]

Haha

Thug for life nigga

Can't you read the signs?

(Whatchu doin?) Mobbin' like a motherfucker stuck

Can you put your middle finger out the window

gettin' fucked off - liquor

Get loaded can't control it

Nigga pass me the blunt and let me roll it

You get the bones act to the whole stack

That's fo sho black

To be a mack and keep your dough fat

And tell me what does it take to be a G?

I started with a quarter ounce and bounced to a key

You gotta watch your back stay strapped, be alert

Started as a young muthafucka doin' dirt

And now I'm in the rap game like the crack game

I got enemies

Can't pretend to see my friends are not my enemies

And even thug muthafuckas wanna have fun

Stuck it, buckin' my muthafuckin magnum

What does it take to be a G?

Silence is a must, violence is a plus

Bust, shots at my adversaries

Dem niggaz scary best it's time to be buried

Cause I'll be buckin' in a fuckin hurry

Thug for life, high til I die

When them stupid-ass bitches ask why, tell 'em

Shootin' crooked ass cops let me fry

Do or die, to my brothers in the penitentiary

Raise hell, when them niggas mention me

Thug for life

Thug for life, high til I die

When them stupid-ass bitches ask why, tell 'em

Thug for life, high til I die

When them stupid-ass bitches ask why, tell 'em

Thug for life, high til I die

When them stupid-ass bitches ask why, tell 'em

[Notorious B.I.G.]

Uhh, uhh, uhh

Who the fuck wanna squeeze?

My Desert E's make MC's freeze

You wakin up in cold sweats, they just dreams

You still apologizin, analyzin, my size and your size and

Realizin, a fist fight would be asinine

You just pop wines I must pop nines

Genuine steel piece, nozzle in your grill piece

You're shook up, two bricks, every cook up

We can hook up, all I see is the future

Disrespect, I shoot ya

By the way, them bricks, get flipped weekly

Sold by soldiers that mix weed with the leak leak

Die for a dollar nigga, life ain't sweet

Play for keeps wet shirts with experts on the creep

Our beef is my fiance, about to marry it

Illegal transactions in Farragut with Arabics

Why not, they fit twelve up in the bedroom

Imagine what they stash is like, make you a classic like

My first LP, beef with me is unhealthy

Fuck around and get an ul-cer, loose your pulse or

Collapsed lung, look how many gats I brung

For them homos, still doin promos

Break both your legs you're movin slow-mo, got shine to glow mo'

Nine hundred and ninety six grams, you need four mo'

Thugs for life, high til i die

When them stupid ass bitches ask why, tell 'em

Thug for life, high til I die

When them stupid-ass bitches ask why, tell 'em

Thug for life, high til I die

When them stupid-ass bitches ask why, tell 'em

[Tupac]

Game thicker than most of these tricks

I got my mind on makin' money but you stuck on these fake, bitches

And jealous motherfuckers can't see

That's it's the fame that causes these stupid bitches pass the pussy free

So tell me why you sweat a motherfucker like me

A young nigga tryin' to hustle up some G's

You pussy-ass playa hatin' hoes

Freakin' down on niggas, jumpin' around at the shows

And you the first motherfucker to jump

To the trunk when it's time for funk, little trick-ass punk

Thug motherfuckers don't die

We get high and we multiply, motherfucker

Give a holla to my niggas in the Bay

I'm livin' in L.A., still clutchin' on my AK

Rest in Peace to my nigga Kato

til they bury me, nigga lay low

Thugs for Life

Thugs for life, high til i die

When them stupid ass bitches ask why, tell 'em

Thug for life, high til I die

When them stupid-ass bitches ask why, tell 'em

Thug for life, high til I die

When them stupid-ass bitches ask why, tell 'em

[Tupac]

Thug for life biatch!

Yeah nigga, thug life, from now till' the muthafuckin' ever

Havenotz in this muthafucka

Yeah, and we out