Thugstyle - 2Pac
F**k 2Pac that n***a ain't s**t
That n***a ain't from muhf**kin' New York
That n***a be out there with them Cali n***as
Yo n***a man f**k 'Pac that n***a West Coast
Hit me I got my Hennessy find ya foes
In a room full of n***as tryin' to hide ya h*es
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 n***a livin' life like a G
And that artillery keepin' n***as off of me
I can't sleep livin' in these wicked times peep
N***as 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 f**kin' game is strong now hotline
You suckas better find ya mind I got mine
From hustlin' and bustin' them rhymes
To my n***as up in Quentin down on Rikers Isle
Stay rile but a n***a gotta use his styles
These n***as don't know my style
Crooked smile juvenile was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross but my force was wild
B***h-made a*s n***as don't know my style
These n***as don't know my style
Crooked smile juvenile was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross but my force was wild
B***h-made a*s n***as don't know my style
I could be wrong but I never got along with cops
It's like they stuck from makin' n***as 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 n***as 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
These n***as don't know my style
Crooked smile juvenile was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross but my force was wild
B***h-made a*s n***as don't know my style
These n***as don't know my style
Crooked smile juvenile was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross but my force was wild
B***h-made a*s n***as don't know my style
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
These n***as don't know my style
Crooked smile juvenile was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross but my force was wild
B***h-made a*s n***as don't know my style
Scream
N***as don't know my style
Crooked smile juvenile was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross but my force was wild
B***h-made a*s n***as don't know my style
My n***a scream
N***as don't know my style
Swear y'all know a n***a
You ever heard a motherf**ka say
"All in the Kool-Aid don't know the flavor" haha
You mothaf**kas all in my mothaf**kin' LB and don't know the beat haha
This s**t thuggish for life I told y'all it's album three see
