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Thug For Life (Remix|Explicit) - Thug Life
Lyrics by：2Pac/Notorious Big
Hahaha right thug for life n***a
Can't you read the signs
She doing
Mobbin' like a motherf**ker stuck
Can you picture a middle finger out the window
Gettin' f**ked of liquor get loaded can't control it
N***a pass me the blunt and let me roll it
You get the bozack to the ho-stack that's for sho' black
So 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 soon bounced to a ki'
You gotta watch your back stay strapped be alert
Started as a young motherf**ker 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 motherf**kers wanna have fun
Stuck in buckin' my motherf**kin' Magnum
What does it take to be a G
Silence is a must violence is a plus
Bust shots at my adversaries them n***as scurry
Pick a spot to be buried
'Cause I'll be buckin' in a f**kin' hurry
Thug for life high 'til I die
When them stupid-ass b***hes
Shootin' crooked a*s cops let me fry
Do or die to my brothers in the penitentiary
Raise hell when them n***as mention me
Thug for life
Thug for life high 'til I die
When them stupid-ass b***hes ask why tell 'em
Thug for life high 'til I die
When them stupid-ass b***hes ask why tell 'em
Thug for life high 'til I die
When them stupid-ass b***hes ask why tell 'em
Thug for life high 'til I die
When them stupid-ass b***hes ask why tell 'em
Who the f**k 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 w**d with the leak leak
Die for a dollar n***a 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
F**k 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 a*s b***hes ask why tell 'em
Thug for life high 'til I die
When them stupid-ass b***hes ask why tell 'em
Thug for life high 'til I die
When them stupid-ass b***hes ask why tell 'em
Thug for life high 'til I die
When them stupid-ass b***hes ask why tell 'em
Game thicker than most of these tricks
I got my mind on makin' money
But you stuck on these fake b***hes
And jealous motherf**kers can't see
That's it's the fame that causes these stupid
B***hes pass the p***y free
So tell me why you sweat a motherf**ker like me
A young n***a tryin' to hustle up some G's
You pussy-ass playa hatin' hoes
Freakin' down on n***as jumpin' around at the shows
And you the first motherf**ker to jump
To the trunk when it's time for funk little trick-ass punk
Thug motherf**kers don't die
We get high and we multiply motherf**ker
Give a holla to my n***as in the Bay
I'm livin' in LA still clutchin' on my AK
Rest in peace to my n***a Kato
'Til they bury me n***a lay low
Thugs for life
Thugs for life high 'til I die
When them stupid a*s b***hes ask why tell 'em
Thug for life high 'til I die
When them stupid-ass b***hes ask why tell 'em
Thug for life high 'til I die
When them stupid-ass b***hes ask why tell 'em
Thug for life high 'til I die
When them stupid-ass b***hes ask why tell 'em
Thug for life biatch
Yeah n***a thug life from now till' the mutha****in' ever
Havenotz in this mutha****a
Yeah and we out
