Thug 4 life

Hahaha, right
Thug for life nigga
Can't you read the signs?

[2Pac]
Mobbin like a motherfuc***, stuck, can you picture
middle finger out the window gettin fuc*** off, liquor
Get loaded, can't control it
Nigga pass me the blunt and let me roll it
You get the bozack to the hoe-stack, that's fo' sho' black
So be a mack and keep ya dough fat
And tell me what does it take to be a G?
I started with a co-down, soon bounced to a ki'
You gotta watch your back, stay strapped, be alert
Started as a young motherfuc*** 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 motherfuc*** wanna have fun
Stuck in, buckin my motherfuc*** Magnum
What does it take to be a G?
Silence is a must, violence is a plus, bust
shots at my adversaries, them niggaz scurry
Pick a spot to be buried cause I'll be buckin in a fuc*** hurry [Chorus: repeat 3X]
Thug for life, high 'til I die
When them stupid-ass bitches ask why, tell 'em

[2Pac]
Game, thicker than most of these tricks
I got my mind on makin money
but you stuck on these fake, bitches
And jealous motherfuc*** can't see
That's it's the thing that cost,
these stupid bitches pass the pussy free
So tell me why you sweat a motherfuc*** like me
A young nigga tryin to hustle up some G's
You pussy-ass playa hatin hoes
Freakin down on niggaz, jumpin around at the shows
And you the first motherfuc*** to jump
to the trunk when it's time for funk, little trick-ass punk
Thug motherfuc*** don't die
We get high and we multiply, motherfuc***
Give a holla to my niggaz in the Bay
I'm livin in L.A., still clutchin on my AK [Chorus]

[Chorus]

[2Pac]
Thug for life, beotch!
Yeah nigga, thug life, from now until for motherfuc*** forever
Have knots in this motherfuc***
Yeah