[2Pac] Lord help me, save me, Mama keep praying For a young motherfucker trying to duck an early grave In the city where ya can't tell the snakes from the fakes Fakes from the phonies, enemies of homies Around the corner there's another nigga waiting to jack He don't know I got a glock 'til his ass get shot Like a motherfucking thug disease Craving beats like they motherfucking drugs to me, hey
[Big Syke] On the real I kill when I step to ya fucking grill So let me kick it let me flip it let me get wicked I'm not a buster from the hood selling whooped tickets I hang with G's flipping keys and smoking weed I get the cash and dash and never learn to read So fuck a bitch fuck a hoe and I let ya know Because they come and go like the wind blows What am I giving how I'm living what I'm giving up You can take my life and I don't give a fuck Cause I'm the trouble most coming from the west coast Where the niggas is banging 'til the overdose Killers and murderers, psychos and lunatics Nobody knows what makes my mind click Is it the demons, screaming inside of me? Hell no it's just the Thug Life mentallity I'm going crazy shit don't phase me I'm living like a thug 'til six niggas carry me Death is on the trigga so pull it I can't take it no more, nigga, I'm losing it
[Chorus] [2Pac] What's up with bitches trying to screw me? Do me cause I did a movie Throw the pussy to me but before they never knew me Rather die then let ya play me for a, buster And with my glock I'm a plotting ass rotten motherfucker, huh Don't let the movie fool ya, let me school ya Screaming Thug Life nigga when I do ya I'm going crazy, getting dizzy And then I suffacate a motherfucking breather bring me back I'm telling ya I'm losing it
[Spice 1] The bullet told me shoot that motherfucker he's a lier I talked to me 3-80 like a bitch on a stroll When my niggas try to ???? Nigga, I can't get fucked in this game I'm a psychopath My AK told me to shove him up some niggas ass I'm having long conversations with Mr. Millometer He's one of my best friends bitch ass nigga eater And Miss Mossburg love it in the back trunk You know that old school bitch she like to get it funked And spitting motherfuckers by the seems My grand daddy Mr. AR-15 By the evil motherfucker Talked me into taking over a dope turf and shooting cluckers Said he was my only family Shoot straight, and please don't jam me Got in a fight at the club my gat started talking Told me to shut the fuck up and let him do the talking I woke up and it was sick to see the guts hang I'm going nuts man Shit was talking to me