It’s too Late (Shota Edit) lyrics

[Intro: 2Pac]
sh*t, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin' chased by the police and arrested
n*ggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong, that's just for us
n*ggas ain't gotta get all dressed up and be Hollywood
Y'knahmean? Where do n*ggas go when we die?
Ain't no heaven for a thug n*gga
That's why we go to thug mansion
That's the only place where thugs get in free
And you gotta be a G, at thug mansion

[Verse 1]
Born thuggin'
Heartless and mean, muggin at sixteen
On the scene watchin' fiends buggin
Kickin up dust with the older G's
Soakin up the game that was told to me
I ain't never touched a gat that I couldn't shoot
I learned not to trust the b*tch from the prostitutes
Taught lessons, a young n*gga askin' questions
While other suckers was guessin', I was gangsta sexin'
Elementary wasn't meant for me, can't regret it
I'm headed for the penitentiary and cuttin' classing
I'm buckin blastin, straight mashin
Mobbin through the overpass laughin
While these other motherf*ckers try to figure out, no doubt
They jealous of a n*gga's clout, tell me Lord
Can ya feel me? I keep my finger on the trigger
Cause some n*gga tried to kill me
And mama raised a hellraiser, everyday gettin paid
Police on my pager, straight stressin
A fugitive my occupation is under question
Wanted for investigation, and even though
I'm marked for death, I'mma spark til I lose my breath
Motherf*ckers, every time I see the paper
I see my picture, when a n*gga's gettin richer
They come to get ya, it's like a motherf*ckin trap
And they wonder why it's hard bein black
Dear Lord can ya feel me, gettin major, unhh
[Verse2]
Dear Lord can ya hear me, it's just me
A young n*gga tryin to make it on these rough streets
I'm on my knees beggin please come and SAVE ME
THE WHOLE WORLD done made a n*gga crazy!
I got my three-five-seven can't control it
Screamin die motherf*cker and he's loaded
Everybody run for cover, aww sh*t
Thug Life motherf*cker, duck quick
Now am I wrong if I am don't worry me
Cause do or die gettin high till they bury me
Dear Lord if ya hear me, tell me why
Little girl like LaTasha, had to die
She never got to see the bullet, just heard the shot
Her little body couldn't take it, it shook and dropped
And when I saw it on the news how she bucked the girl, killed Latasha
Now I'm screamin f*ck the world, in the end
It's my friends, that flip-flop
Lip-locked on my di*k when my sh*t drop
Thug Life motherf*cker, I lick shots
Every n*gga on my block dropped two cops
Dear Lord can ya hear me, when I die
Let a n*gga be strapped, f*cked up, and high
With my hands on the trigger, thug n*gga
Stressin' like a motherf*ckin' drug dealer
And even in the darkest nights, I'm a thug for Life
I got the heart to fight now
Mama raised a hellraiser why cry
That's just life in the ghetto, do or die