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life’s so hard (on a g) [original] - 2pac lyrics

[intro]
young playa
k!ll, k!ll, k!ll, murder, murder, murder
(this one right here is for)
heyy
k!ll, k!ll, k!ll, murder, murder, murder
(kato, mental)
heyy
(to all the dead n-gg-s that p-ssed away)
k!ll, k!ll, k!ll, murder, murder, murder
(i told ya i wouldn’t forget about you)
heyy
(do a verse for ’em)
k!ll, k!ll, k!ll, murder, murder, murder

[hook]
tell me do you see
life’s so hard on a n-gg- when you livin’ like a g
tell me do you see
life’s so hard on a n-gg- when you livin’ like a g

[verse 1]
travel through my mind, am i blind it’s a shame
young brothas gettin murdered, straight took out the game
as i sit here puffin’ on a cigarette
you gotta be ready, you never know who’s plottin’ on a n-gg-s death
’cause these are the rough times, best to hurry up
and duck motherf-cker ‘fore i buck mine
it’s gettin’ crazy and everybody’s strapped
surrounded by n-gg-s but nary motherf-cker down to watch your back
these are the b-tch made n-gg-s, you been played n-gg-
while you starvin’ and broke they pullin’ six figures
oooh, what can you do
when you can’t trust your crew, time to bust out the twenty-two
boo-yaow!
ran out of weed, so i’m sippin’ on this hennessey
tell me, do you feel me?
heyyy, i have no remorse
as i take another sip of my liquor, i spit my sick thoughts, hehehe

[hook]
tell me do you see
life’s so hard on a n-gg- when you livin’ like a g
tell me do you see
life’s so hard on a n-gg- when you livin’ like a g

[verse 2: 2pac]
thuggin’ to the fullest, got my strap, i’ma pull it
on the first motherf-cker that can outrun a bullet
it’s them thug life n-gg-s, and we don’t like tricks
got these punk wannabes and they jockin’ like b-tches
now my riches is gettin’ hoes on its own
f-ck a mystery, do you wanna get with me, then let’s bone
time to take her to my hideout, ’cause i’m smokin’ that spinach
i’m stayin’ strong to the finish and then i ride out
see you on the freeway, sorry baby
but i gotta call my homey see what he say
i ain’t got no time, i gotta get mine
i keep my mind on my loot, i’ll shoot everytime
and ain’t no way i’ma let b-tch made n-gg- worry me
catch me slippin’, empty the clip and bury me
h-ll nah, homie, have to plug me twice
’cause ain’t no stoppin when you thug for life…

[hook]
now tell me do you see, tell me do you see
life’s so hard on a n-gg- when you livin’ like a g
(it’s hard on a n-gg-)
tell me do you see
life’s so hard on a n-gg- when you livin’ like a g
(it’s hard on a n-gg-)

[verse 3]
never bow down, let these other b-tches crawl
i’m a thug motherf-cker, and thugs only ball
ain’t no half steppin’ here, from the cradle to the grave
i’m a motherf-ckin’ fool, but i choose to get paid
now my pockets gettin’ empty, so i’m panicked in a fright
me and my b-tch named nina are fiendin’ tonight
ain’t n-body livin’ safe, got a glock, and i’m stressin’
all i want is my money, motherf-cker ain’t no question
don’t try to stall, ’cause i’m hit
so bring me the scissors and get to clippin’ at his d-ck
i’d rather die young than die old and broke
that’s why i stay drunk, and i constantly smoke
my memories as a youngsta, hangin’ with the homies
but now i’m doin’ bad and them b-tches don’t know me
but playa haters can’t fade me
’cause this is thug life n-gg- and we’re crazy, tell me do you see?

[hook / outro]
tell me do you see
life’s so hard on a n-gg- when you livin’ like a g
(pull the finger)
tell me do you see
life’s so hard on a n-gg- when you livin’ like a g
(murder murder murder…finger)
tell me do you see
life’s so hard on a n-gg- when you livin’ like a g
(murder murder murder…b–tch)
tell me do you see
life’s so hard on a n-gg- when you livin’ like a g
(murder murder murder)
tell me do you see
life’s so hard on a n-gg- when you livin’ like a g
(k!ll k!ll k!ll)
(never bow n-gg-, you know)
tell me do you see
(stay bold)
life’s so hard on a n-gg- when you livin’ like a g
(k!ll k!ll k!ll… murder, murder, murder)
tell me do you see
(i’ma thug motherf-cker and thugs only ball)
life’s so hard on a n-gg- when you livin’ like a g
tell me do you see
….hard on a n-gg- ….
(clippin’ at his d-ck)
tell me do you see
….hard on a n-gg- ….
(n-gg-s don’t know me)
….hard on a n-gg- ….
(panic in a fright)
(cradle to the grave)
….hard on a n-gg- ….
(choose to get paid)
….hard on a n-gg- ….
i’ma pull it
outrun a bullet
don’t like tricks
freeway
see what he say

- 2pac lyrics

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