Thug Life (2Pac Version) lyrics

by

2Pac


[2Pac]
Kill, kill, kill
Kill, kill, kill

[Verse 1]
Raised by thugs schooled by killers
I learned mathematics from big-time dealers
So how the f*ck these love to see a n*gga fallin'
Pop the Glock, suckas plottin' on a playa 'cause he's ballin'
Up early in the mornin' four deep
Creepin' 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 muthaf*ckin' worst way
Turned to a killa on my 21st birthday
Boom, boom, on a crooked cop, drop that
Livin' like a thug 'til these n*ggas get they block back
Oh sh*t, deep in motion
'Til we get a grip, my muthaf*ckas won't quit
Livin' that Thug Life!
Tryin' to make a million of that drug life
I got a Glock named cop killa
So read the papers, another cop caught the vapors
Might spend a little time with a b*tch let her know (ho)
I'm married to the jungle, I live the Thug Life
[Chorus]
Born in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop killa
I live the Thug Life
Born in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop killa
Thug Life
Born in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop killa
Thug Life
Born in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop killa
Thug Life
Born in the ghetto as a street thug (How You Livin'?), labeled as a cop killa
Thug Life
Born in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop killa
Thug Life
Born in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop killa

[Verse 2]
I drink Gin, hit chronic, run with a wild
Bunch thinkin' of dead n*ggas that I knew that died young
Is there a heaven for a n*gga up to no good
Or is it just another f*ckin' hood?
I'm havin' talks with my n*gga little g from down the street
And the n*gga been dead for three weeks
I'm goin' crazy, damn is a n*gga loc'd
Finger on the trigger, tryin' not to get smoked
Rollin' through the hood with my flosses
n*ggas keep my finger on the trigger 'cause I'm hopeless
What's wrong with a muthaf*cker comin' up
Makin' mo' bucks that's why them hoes f*ck
Had enough of these punks, thug for life
Can't stand b*tches now f*ck a wife
I told you once you can't trust her
Don't go out like a busta, f*ck her
Money bring b*tches, b*tches bring lies
Hoes get horny and muthaf*ckers die
Never turn your back on the game
I'll be lettin' off shots 'til the sh*t change
I live the Thug Life!
[Chorus]
Born in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop killa
Born in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop killa
Born in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop killa
Born in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop killa
Born in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop killa
Born in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop killa
Born in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop killa
Born in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop killa
Born in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop killa

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