Thug Life [Souljah] (Original Version 1) lyrics

[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Raised by thugs, schooled by killers
I learned mathematics from big-time dealers
So now them busters love to see a n*gga falling
c*cked the Glock, suckers plotting on a player cause he's ballin'
Up early in the morning, four deep
Creeping in my Jeep n*gga, real thugs don't sleep
You'll never kill a real G feel me
How many cops gotta drop 'fore they kill me?
Murder in the motherf*cking worst way
Turned to a killer on my twenty-first birthday
"Boom, boom" on a crooked cop, drawback
Living like a thug 'til the n*ggas get the block back
Oh sh*t, deep in motion, until we get a grip
My motherf*cker's won't quit
Living that Thug Life, tryna make a million off that drug life
I got a Glock named Cop Killer
So read the papers, another Cop caught the vapors
Might spend a little time with a b*tch let her know
I'm married to the dope, I live the Thug Life

[Chorus]
*Born in the ghetto as a street thug*
(Gunshots)
*Labelled as a cop killer*
I live the Thug Life
*Born in the ghetto as a street thug*
(Gunshots)
*Labelled as a cop killer*
Thug Life
*Born in the ghetto as a street thug*
(Gunshots)
*Labelled as a cop killer*
Thug Life
*Born in the ghetto as a street thug*
(Gunshots)
*Labelled as a cop killer*
[Verse 2: Big Syke]
The rules of the street I'm living by
It ain't no rules, so n*ggas got to die
Should I change or rearrange it keeps coming
My TEC-9 will never stop gunning
Motherf*cker's down, homies they keep trippin'
f*ck with me and yo' ass'll come up missing
I'm just a young n*gga starving
I need a f*cking vest for the bullets I've been dodging
I'm living on the edge, blast the lead
Wanted by the feds, they got to take me dead
But I got to get paid first, before they roll me off in the motherf*cking hearse
'Cause I'm living the Thug Life fool
Staying strapped and letting that Evil Mind rule
'Cause I'm more like a killer n*gga
Put the pressure down and leave your ass disfigured
Got a TEC-9 pointed at your dome, so you know it's on punk as b*tch
Better grab the chrome
I refuse to be broke, have to keep trying
So who gives a f*ck about dying n*gga
If you feel you want to take then take me
I be a dead motherf*cker 'for you break me
From the [?] to the grave you a ghost
Spraying cops down as I kick in they f*cking door
And lay your wife down, lay your kids down
And slice they neck, then I get respect
Even though I might pay the price
I'm living the Thug Life, yeah
[Chorus]
*Born in the ghetto as a street thug*
(Gunshots)
*Labelled as a cop killer*
Thug Life
*Born in the ghetto as a street thug* (How you livin'?)
(Gunshots)
*Labelled as a cop killer*
Thug Life
*Born in the ghetto as a street thug*
(Gunshots)
*Labelled as a cop killer*
Thug Life
*Born in the ghetto as a street thug*
(Gunshots)
*Labelled as a cop killer*

[Verse 3: 2Pac]
I drink Gin, hit Chronic, run with a wild bunch
Thinking of the dead n*ggas that I knew that die young
Is there a heaven for a n*gga up to no good?
Or is it just another f*cking hood?
I'm having talks with my n*gga Little G from down the street
And the n*gga been dead for three weeks
I'm going crazy, damn is a n*gga loc'd
Finger on the trigger, trying not to get smoked
Rolling through the hood with my closest
n*ggas keep my finger on the trigger 'cause I'm hopeless
What's wrong with a motherf*cker coming up
Making mo' bucks that's why them ho's f*ck
Had enough of these punks, thug for life
Can't stand b*tches, now f*ck a wife
I told ya once you can't trust her
Don't go out like a buster, f*ck her (Cause)
Money bring b*tches, b*tches bring lies
Ho's get horny and motherf*ckers die
Never turn your back on the game
I'll be letting off shot's 'til this sh*t change, I live the Thug Life
[Outro: Prince Ital Joe]
Yeah watch them blood-clot Police boy
Them love to fire at young black man with a gunshot
Me not afraid of none of them
Bust my blood-clot gun
In a second its kill or be killed that's not gangsta
All I trying to do is put food on table for my family
So Police boy come f*ck with me
[?] for drugs
Me no sell drugs, make music song
Chill
Me bust gun at the whole of them
That boy make me feel like me wanna kill the whole of them still