[2pac:] Haha Thug for life nigga Can't you read the signs? Ay fuck it man
(Whatchu doin?) Mobbin' like a motherfucker stuck Can you put your middle finger out the window gettin' fucked off - liquor Get loaded can't control it Nigga pass me the blunt and let me roll it You get the bones act to the whole stack That's fo sho black To 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 and bounced to a key You gotta watch your back stay strapped, be alert Started as a young muthafucka 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 muthafuckas wanna have fun Stuck it, buckin' my muthafuckin magnum What does it take to be a G? Silence is a must, violence is a plus Bust, shots at my adversaries Dem niggaz scary best it's time to be buried Cause I'll be buckin' in a fuckin hurry
[Chorus: x3] Tell em' Thug for life High till' I die When em' stupid ass bitches ask why?
[2pac:] Game? Thicker than most of these tricks I got my mind on makin' money, But you stuck on these fake bitches And jealous muthafuckas can't see That it's the fame that caught these stupid bitches, pass the pussy free So tell me why u sweatin' a muthafucka like me? A young nigga tryin' to a hustle up some G's You pussy ass playa hatin' hoes speakin' down on niggas Jumpin' around at the shows And your the first muthafucka to jump To the trunk when it's time for fun Little trick ass punk Thug muthafuckas don't die we get high and we multiply Muthafuckaa! Give a holla to my niggas in the Bay I'm livin' in LA still clutchin' on my AK
[Chorus: x6] Tell em' Thug for life High till' I die When em' stupid ass bitches ask why?
Thug for life biatch!
Yeah nigga, thug life, from now till' the muthafuckin' ever Havenotz in this muthafucka YEAH, No doubt