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2pac ft. eazy e - still dre remix (thug 4 life) - 2tenrecords lyrics

(2pac)
mobbin’ like a motherf*cker, stuck
can you picture a middle finger out the window, gettin’ f*cked
off liquor; get loaded, can’t control it
n*gga, pass me the blunt and let me roll it
you get the bozack to the ho*stack, that’s for sho’, black
so 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, soon bounced to a ki’
you gotta watch your back, stay strapped, be alert
started as a young motherf*cker 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 motherf*ckers wanna have fun
stuck in, buckin’ my motherf*ckin’ magnum
what does it take to be a g?
silence is a must, violence is a plus
bust shots at my adversaries, them n*ggas scurry
pick a spot to be buried, ‘cause i’ll be buckin’ in a f*ckin’ hurry

[hook]
thug for life, high ’til i die
when them stupid*ass b*tches ask why, tell ’em
shootin’ crooked ass cops, let me fry
do or die, to my brothers in the penitentiary
raise h*ll, when them n*ggas mention me

thug for life, high ’til i die
when them stupid*ass b*tches ask why, tell ’em
thug for life, high ’til i die
when them stupid*ass b*tches ask why, tell ’em
thug for life, high ’til i die
when them stupid*ass b*tches ask why

(eazy e)
some motherf*cker’s gotta die!
i’m an evil motherf*cker ready to tear sh*t up
i’m gonna put these things on you, and never let up
see, my momma…she was wrong when i was born
that a n*gga like e should’a never been born
too late, big mistake in ’72
it’s ’92, now the year of code blue
15 hours..11 minutes..30 seconds
i’m a motherf*ckin’ wreck
gonna pay back n*ggas who did me wrong in the past
my days ain’t long
i’m comin’ strong and fast
lock up 8 n*ggs..k!ll up 10 pigs
innocent and f*ckers are also dyin, too
now what else can i do?
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck and plant my seeds
leavin’ kids in this world like me
the lunatic psycho m*th*rf*cka eazy*e

[hook]
thug for life, high ’til i die
when them stupid*ass b*tches ask why, tell ’em
thug for life, high ’til i die
when them stupid*ass b*tches ask why, tell ’em
thug for life, high ’til i die
when them stupid*ass b*tches ask why

(2pac)
game thicker than most of these tricks
i got my mind on makin’ money
but you stuck on these fake b*tches
and jealous motherf*ckers can’t see
that’s it’s the fame that causes
these stupid b*tches to pass the p*ssy free
so tell me, why you sweat a motherf*cker like me?
a young n*gga tryin’ to hustle up some g’s
you p*ssy*ass playa hatin’ hoes
freakin’ down on n*ggas, jumpin’ around at the shows
and you the first motherf*cker to jump
to the trunk when it’s time for funk, little trick*ass punk
thug motherf*ckers don’t die
we get high and we multiply, motherf*cker
give a holla to my n*ggas in the bay
i’m livin’ in l.a., still clutchin’ on my ak

[outro]
thug for life, beyatch!

- 2tenrecords lyrics

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