Thug life

Bury Me A G
Thug Life Thinkin' back reminiscing on my teens a young G getten' paid over dope fiends f***in' off cash that I make nigga, what's tha sense of workin hard if you never get tp play i'm hustlen' stayin' out till it's dawn and commin' home at 6 o'clock in tha mornin' hand's on my glock eye's on tha prize finger on tha trigga when a nigga rides shootin' craps bustin' niggas out tha door pick my money off tha floor god bless tha tre-four stuck on full, drunk again sippin' on Gin with a couple of friends sayin' those thug life niggas be like major pimps stickin' to tha rules is what made it simp and if I die let it be but when they come for me bury me a G Chorus x2 -- Tupac I ain't got time for bitches Gotta keep my mind on my mothaf***en riches even when I die they won't worry me mama don't cry bury me a G () More Trouble than tha average just made 25 and i'm livin' like a savage bein a G ain't no easy thing cause you could f*** around get crossed and get stuck in tha game and for tha rest of your life you will sit and remineise wonder why it had to end like this and to tha G's you can feel my pain till tha mothaf***as gets born again () you thought I was a game kid i'm not tha nigga for playin games I let my buckshots rang when I pull tha trigga on my gauge i'm on tha rampage makin' runs for tha devil ain't nothin' on my mind will get me in some trouble i'm tryin to ride no more loves for me hard to figure get a nigga, smoke a blunt Or is a jury starts (break that shit) I gives a f*** nigga stuck outta luck when I bust pull me to my death but i'm a G to tha enemy Chorus x2 -- Tupac I ain't got time for bitches gotta keep my mind on my mothaf***en riches even when I die they won't worry me mama don't cry bury me a G (Stretch) I got nothen' ta loose so I choose to be a killer went from bangin' ta slangin' now i'm a dope dealer all my life payed tha price to be tha boss back in school wrote tha rules on getten' tossed poppin' rocks on tha block was a past time pack a 9 all the time you wanna test mine ? don't cry I die before they play me from tha cradle to tha grave bury me () Straight Thug G kickin' it with tha homies in tha hood getten' drunk, smokin' blunts a bitch said I was no good I gives a f*** I spend my time in tha dope spot never had no time for no bitch instead slangin' rocks and bustin' caps on you punk ass marcs fake ass G's bitch niggas with no heart i'm stayin' real till i'm 6 feet deep so when a nigga gone bury me a G Chorus x2 -- Tupac I ain't got time for bitches gotta keep my mind on my mothaf***en riches even when I die they won't worry me mama don't cry Bury Me a G (Tupac) Stuck on Full Tangaray got a nigga high lord knows I don't need another DUI I led a Thug Life heartless hustler just cause I f***ed don't mean I trust her now my pagers vibratin' can't sleep so i'm mobbin' to tha ho's house pumpin' Isely Is it cool ta f*** is what i'm askin Bitch recognize game and start laughen when i'm all in those guts and shit prayin' that a nigga don't nut too quick cause i'll f*** and get up and let ya know i'll be a 10 minute brotha for a $2 ho lots a ho's get mad and shit I let a trick be a trick you can have that bitch cause I doubt if I change tha games a mothaf***er real niggas turn ta bustas Bury Me a G Chorus x6 -- Tupac I ain't got time for bitches Gotta Keep my mind on my mothaf***en riches even when I die they won't worry me Mama don't cry bury me a G I ain't got time for bitches --- bitches

Pour Out A Little Liqour
Yah, Pour out a little liqour for ya homie nigga This one here go out ot my nigga Mike Coolage Light up fat one for this one How you come up man? Started young kickin dust and livin' rough you watch you mouth around my mama you couldn't cuss maaannn I had a down ass homie thou We ran the streets on the scene at the age of fourteen I packed a nine and my nigga packed a forty-five We drinkin' forties, real shorties livin' all the lies You couldn't stop us who cares ? i got my glock f*** the coppers Hangin on the block slangin' rocks and makin' propers I couldn't f*** with the schhhoooollll life I was a fool I'll play that mutha f***a for a toooollll man Tonight will be the night that's what we figurin' Hustlin in the rain felt no pain cuz we drinkin' Playin' them hoes like munure First let my nigga f*** then i f*** that's how we do it (Ha ha ha) It's two niggas comin up out da hood livin lfe just as good as we could Since a bitch can't be trusted Hoes snitch to the police Now my niggas busted Cops whoopin' on my nigga in jail tryin' to get a muthaf***a to tell and couldn't nobody diss my nigga damn I miss my nigga Pour out a little liqour This goes out to all you so called G's pour out a little liquor for real muthaf***in partners Don't let the drink get like that y'all, Huh. Pour out a little liqour Pour out a little liqour What's that you drinkin on ? Drinkin' on Gin smokin' on blunts and it's on reminicin' about my niggas that's dead n' gone Now they burried sometimes my eyes still get blurry cuz I'm losin all my homies and I worry I got my back against a brick wall Trapped in a circle boxin' with them suckas 'till my knuckles turn purple Mama told me, 'son they'll be days like this' Don't wanna think so I hit the drink n' stay blitz We had plans of being big time G's Rolling in marked cars movin' them keys Now I roll down the window blaze up some endo And get towed down for my niggas in the penn yo Your son's gettin' big and strong and i'd love'm like one of my own Till you come homie the years sure fly away the quickness you doin' the time And i'll keep handle your business That's the way it's supposed to be Homie If it was me you'd do the shit for me Homie I can remember scrapin' back to back Throwin' dogs on them suckas while runnin' up on this young hog I hope these words paint a perfect picture let ya know how much ya nigga miss ya Pour out some little liqour look at ya drinkin got you and ya don't even give respect to your partners Pour out some little liqour nigga it ain't like that tip that shit over Pour out a little liqour Pour out a little liqour... ....Oakland still in the mutha f***in house my nigga Richie Rich.... Pour out a little liqour

Stay True
Yah nigga, Drop the top on your muthaf***in ride This how we do it on the west coast BAABBBY Rollin' down the Four O Five Gettin' high White boys done wrecked their shit Tryin to check my ride I ain't being bootsy Crusin' in a Six-o Impala Drivin' like I'm in a Hooptee car full of ballin' caps keep yo hand on the strap and take all the craps Niggas know my steel-lo all legit but I'm drapped like a nigga movin' kilo Shit don't stop cuz i can make that ass drop make the front pop And Hit the three wheel motion All Day Hit the freeway take it easy, uhh Let's slide And pick-up some hoochies ride right back to the movies High talking back to the screen drinkin' liquor Havin' big dreams of gettin' richer I'm livin that Chorus (4x) (Tupac) Thug Life, y'all know the rules gotta do whatcha gotta do (Stay True) Big Stretch represent the real nigga flex, Live squad and this mutha f***er catch wreck (Stretch) Thug Life sharp as a roughneck Shakin' the dice, we roll long, ain't nothin' nice so the vice wanna follow us around (raize up) Got 'em runnin' as we clown thru the town (blaze up) Another one, had to throw another gun Don't need another case you can see it on my face son But I ain't fallin' yet And I gotta give a shout to where my ball is at (Tupac) Mophreme Tell 'em why the hoes dream gettin high off a nigga like a dope fiend (Mophreme) Cuz I'm non-stop, and I'm always hustlin' twenty four seven, ain't nothin buck but when a young G's flippin keys for a livin' Try to make a mill off the time I'm givin' trippin' mad I'm crazy Can't nobody fade me And I been goin' insane lately And everybody tryin ta hold me back I'm about to snap You better move back You know I led a..... Chorus (4x) (Tupac) Thug Life, y'all know the rules gotta do whatcha gotta do (Stay True) Maaaannnn, I don't worry about the Five-O if they start, cuz it's all about survival Just stay smart Keep your mind on your bank roll always stay ahead of these stank hos These days It's an all out rat race And look at MEEE just caught another cat case That makes three My laywers getting cash up the ass Don't even ask Why I'm buck wild ? Don't smile don't laugh To the young G's comin up peep game Don't let the money make you change or act strange Stay broke It's all in together now Keep pumping loud till the crowd bring the top down Is that Tupac Thug Life ? Hell Yah Try to dirty up my name but it's still here which way do I turn ? i'm strapped Lost in the storm I can't turn back with that... Chorus (4x) (Tupac) Thug Life, y'all know the rules gotta do whatcha gotta do (Stay True)

How Long Will They Mourn Me
How long will they mourn me Yeah! This for my nigga Kato It's still on nigga Thug Life, Thugs for life Ha Ha yeah, how long will they mourn me Yeah nigga 2Pac in this muthaf***a (Tupac) All my homies drinking liquor Tears in everybody's eyes Niggas cried to mourn a homies homicide But I can't cry instead I'm just a shoulder Damn, why they take another soldier I load my clip before my eyes blurry, don't worry I'll get them suckas back before your buried (shit) Retaliate and pull a 187 do real niggas get to go to heaven ? How long will they mourn me, bury me a muthaf***in 'G' Bitch don't wanna die then don't f*** with me It's kinda hard to be optimistic When your homies lying dead on the pavement twisted Y'all don't hear me doe, I'm trying hard to make amends But I'm losing all my muthaf***in friends (damn) They should've shot me when I was born Now I'm trapped in the muthaf***in' storm How long will they mourn me ? (Chorus) I wish it would have been another How long will they mourn me How long will they mourn my brother (Got them niggas all dead and shit) How long will they mourn me I wish it would have been another (Nate Dogg) How long will they mourn me How long will they mourn my brother (Gotta keep this shit goin' on, Yo Syke) (Syke) How long will they mourn me Every muthaf***in' day homie You stayed down when tha other niggas didn't know me From my heart to the trigga you my f***in' nigga And things won't be the same without ya nigga I remember kickin' back, you wanted to lack And goin' half on a muthaf***in' hundred sack Smokin' blunt after blunt and steady drinkin' Hung around so much, you knew what I was thinkin' Tell me Lord, why you take big Kato ? So confused not knowing which way to go I'm goin crazy and runnin' out of f***in' time I can't take it, I'm losin' my f***in' mind So day after day ride after ride We'll hook up on the other side Watch over your family and your newborn Till we meet again homie How long will they mourn me ? (Chorus) I wish it would have been another (Yo Kato) How long will they mourn me (It's still on nigga) How long will they mourn my brother How long will they mourn me I wish it would have been another (Yeah) How long will they mourn me How long will they mourn my brother (Rated R, Double Jeopardy, Mack 10) (Rated R) Damn a nigga tired of feeling sad I'm tired of putting in work I'm tired of cryin while watching my homies leave the earth I know soon one day I'll be in the dirt And my peoples'll be mournin' When they get a call from the coroner All niggas can say is that's f***ed up And get tossed up Reminiscing how we grew up (my nigga) Rest and love to my nigga Kato See you in the crossroads real soon For now let me pour out some brew I'll be always thinkin' of ya homie Rest in peace How long will they mourn me ? () Ya know life's a f***in' trip And everybody gotta go But why the f*** it have to be my nigga Kato Another nigga fell victim to the chrome It's enough to make you crazy It's f***in' with my dome Ya only live once on this earth A nigga had it bad, since the day of my mutahf***in' birth But niggas say they down and they always be my homie But when a nigga gone How long will ya mourn me ? (Chorus) Yeah! I wish it would have been another (Mack 10 in this muthaf***a) Yeah, how long will ya mourn me How long will ya mourn my bother (Thug Life boy, Nate blowin' that shit, Nate Dogg do that shit nigga) I wish it would have been another Yeah! How long will ya mourn me How long will ya mourn my brother (This for my nigga Kato and all his kids) How long will ya mourn me I wish it would have been another How long will ya mourn my brother

Under Presure

Under Pressure Yeah, Babyyy When tha pressures on... Thug Life when it's on it's on (Tupac) One of these days i'll learn don't f*** with trick ass niggas cause they turn into bitch ass niggas i'm sick of bein stuck in tha county jail my niggas clown bring a pound when they posten bail smokein' blunts in tha driveway my four-five screamin f*** tha police won't fly away, thug, till I die you wonder why I'm made this way I wasn't turned out I was raised this way of thinkin these are tha dreams of a young teen sceam, and stack green on tha crack fiends one time can't hold me one of these days we gotta bust back for tha homies locked down in tha penitentry finaly loose my mind if tha pigs succeed stress, smoken weed and nicoteen but what a nigga really need is Thorozine right before I die i'll be curseing tha law reincarnated bitch even worse than before my four-four's givin payback my underhanded plan to get them niggas while they laid back and big stretch hit tha scene with tha mini 14 servin suckers like dope fiends and lead tha whole team Under Pressure Nigga That's right (Stretch) Never run throw your gun in tha air oh yeah nigga bust ain't no time to spare called tha ruffest mothaf***er and we f*** shit up and with tha stainless steel [???], we cut shit up flash and blast a nigga with tha quickness cock tha four pound motherf***er when I spit this and rip this damn, my mind is in tha depths of hell but when i'm walking on tha street kid my name rings bells and I never fell nigga I stand to tall i'm just a thug motherf***er who was born to brawl givin my all so niggas wanna bring it to me so i'ma sell my cocain and lay they ass down 'G' Under Pressure (Tupac) yeah, look here tho Runnin wild I never smiled as a juvenile even now I keep a frown when I come around don't ask me about tha past it was all bad shots blasted will I last in tha wrong path in tha dark is where my heart saw tha most grief mothaf***ers is getten shanked over gold teeth am I sick ? cause i'm addicted to get splifted watch tha stupid ass tricks get lifted nothens changed cause in tha came it's a steady aim f*** friends cause when in danger those niggas change puff weed and stuff G's in my sock G call Ki's and Hennessy where tha glock be Times passen will I last here another day I put my gun away and grab my AK it's getten hectic I can't call it house full of alcoholics now we're niggas under pressure yeah, that's right... Under Pressure, we're niggas under pressure yeah (Tupac and Stretch together repeated 11x) When tha Pressures on it's a hit Ski mask Extra Gats bring tha clips don't nobody move when we walk tha streets they stay silent cause talk is cheap

Cradle To The Grave

Chorus From tha Cradle to the Grave, life ain't never been easy Living in the ghetto. From the cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easy Living in the ghetto. June 16, 1971 Mama gave birth to a hell raisin' heavanly son. See the doctor tried to smack me but I smacked him back, My first words were "thug for life" and "Papa pass the Mac." I'm bustin' on these motha f***as ballin' Listen you can hear my mini 14 callin'. From out the window of my drop top I got my glock cocked bustin' at niggas when will it stop ? Now tell me are you scared of the dark? Can't close my eyes I see visions And even with this thug livin' will I escape in prison ? Penitentiary chances was an all day thang The only way to advance and if you slang Then you'd better have your nikes on Cause when we fight it's in the middle of the night with no lights on. Hey!! There must be a God cause I feel lucky, Paranoid out my mind this motha f***a's tryin' to rush me. Am I goin' to jail? Look at me bailin' Commin' out the court house all about mail [???]. Never die be a hustler mothaf***as And makin' thugs out you suckas. From the cradle to the grave. Chorus From the cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easy Living in the ghetto. easy From the cardle to the grave, life ain't never been easy Living in the ghetto. From the cradle to the grave since a little bitty child I've been known to get ill and kinda buck wild. Pop pop! just like the part that's in my walk with street talk I'm runnin' up the block in the dark with less spark. Survalience on a nigga every day, Waitin' on my daddy just to take his ass away. Now Mama always workin' tryin' to make ends meet. So now a young niggas bein' raised by the streets. And then the on other one that ever showed me love Was my dope fiend uncle strung out on drugs a striaght thug. Just me, my mama out here on our own So I got two gatts one black and one of chrome. Now I don't wanna hurt nobody but I must defend mine! It's all the f*** I got so stop and walk a thin line. Young niggas be brave and keep on thuggin' from the cradle to the grave, From the cradle to the grave. Chorus From the cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easy Living in the ghetto. From the cradle to the grave, I'm glad to say I made it this far. Many G's died hard and all they got was their name here up on a wall. It's sad thinkin' about the times Life goes on, I'm steady lost in this land... as the warzone I got no home don't have no friends neither. It's just me by my lonely so I married my nina. I keeps her wherever I go, I love my ho. Never leave home with out my sugar. I'm hafta plug a nigga. Mama told me not to trust no punks, And kick his ass if he lay a hand on me. Since then I been known. Sometimes I think my own self stupid Cause I stay shootin' at marks, Get twisted up in police reports. Since the cradle, I've been ungreatful. My first toy was a gun I got sprung and learn to love weapons. But now I'm through with money and through with street fame. Somebody peeled my cap and put me in my grave. Chorus From the cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easy Living in the ghetto. From the cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easy Living in the ghetto. March 18th a rainy day my mama gave birth To a baby boy trapped in hell on Earth. From day one it wasn't fun I never had a crumb. Daddy worked two jobs and Mama won't stop drinkin' rum. I tried to cope loc but my family's broke And my pocket's short so now I gotta sling dope. In a game filled with pain it's a f***in' shame, The white man got a motha f***a slingin' cane. So now it's on from dusk to dawn I get my serve on. Always in the spot with my glock slingin' rocks at the rocks. Shit don't stop I'm steady dodgin' cops. I never flip flop hear my glock cock thug till I drop. And if I hit the pen I gotta do my time Sittin' on my bunk reminiscing about the good times. It's f***ed up a nigga gotta grow up doing dirt, But from the cradle to the grave I'ma put in work. Chorus From the cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easy Living in the ghetto. From the cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easyy Living in the ghetto. Time's movin' fast will I last another day? So I pray and I lay with my A-K. Did I sell my soul as a young kid? All the things I did Wishin' someone held me but they never did. I can't take it will I make it to my older age? Before I'm shot up or locked up in a f***in' cage. Lord help me, guide me, save me! Cause that's the way that Daddy raised me crazy. Do or die. Nigga pull the trigger don't give a f***. You'd rather be in jail than get your ass bucked. Nobody cares, it's me against the world. Keepin' murder on my mind and my tech-9. I got nothin' to lose, payin' dues, nigga you wanna die? I get high then my mission is a walk-by. You'd better jet when I hit your set cause I'm commin'. Start runnin' yellin' "evil mind" as I'm gunnin'. One in the chamber for the anger that I build inside, For the mothers that cried, for my homies that died. The begining is an ending, am I just a slave? So I got to be brave from the cradle to the grave. Chorus til fade

Str8 Ballin

I would share the definition of ballin' with you white folks... but no. (Tupac) I'm up before the sunrise, first to hit the block. Little bad mothaf***a with a pocket full of rocks. And I'm totin' these thangs, get my skinny little ass kicked. And niggas laugh, til' tha first mothaf***a got blasted. I put the nigga in his casket, Now they coverin' the bastard in plastic. I smoke blunts on a regular buck when it counts. I'm tryin' to make a million dollars outta quarter ounce. And gettin' lost on the five-o, f*** them hos. Got a 45 screamin' about survival. Hey nigga can I lay low, cook some yay-yo. Hollar "one-time" when I say so. Don't want to go to the pen, I'm hittin' fences. Narcs on a nigga's back, missin' me by inches. And they say how do you survive weighin' 165 In a city where the skinny niggas die? Tell Mama don't cry. Even when they kill me, They can never take the game from a young G. I'm st8 ballin'! St8 ballin'! Still on parole and I'm the first nigga servin' pour some liquor on the curb for my niggas that deserve it. But if I want to make a million, gotta stay dealin'. It's kinda boomin' and today I'll make a killin'. Dressin' down like a villian', but only on the block. It's a clever disguise to keep me runnin' from the cops. Ha, I'm gettin' high. I think I'll die if I don't get no ends. I'm in a bucket with 'em ridin' it like it's a Benz. I hate to stip let my music bump, Drinkin' liquor, and I'm lookin' for some hoes to f***. Rather die makin' money than live poor and legal As I slang another ounce, I wish it was a kilo. A need money in a major way. Time to f*** my BEEEYATCH!! Hey!, and getten' paid You other mothaf***as callin', But me and my mothaf***in' thug niggas, We st8 ballin'!! St8 ballin'! Damned if I don't, and damned if a nigga do. So watch a young mothaf***a pull a trigga just to RAISE UP! But don't let them see you cry, dry your eyes Young nigga time to do or die. I keep a pistol in my pocket, Ready on my block. Ain't no time for a nigga to even cock shit. And now they see that mothaf***a beat pain, At point blank range cause he slept on the game. Ain't a damned thing changed Shakin' the dice, now roll 'em, If you can't stand pain better hold 'em. Cause ain't no tellin' what you might roll. You might go catch AIDS from a slight cold. Nigga. Better live your life to the fullest, You 'bout to kill a fool, got a pistol mothaf***a better pull it. Cause even when they kill me, they can never take the game from a young G. We st8 ballin'! We st8 ballin'! To my niggas in the penitentiary, Loked up like a mothaf***a when they mention me. Cause you f***in' with the realest motha f***a ever born, And once again it's on, I'm bustin' on these bitches till they gone. Who the hell can you get to stop me? I'm in the projects, parlaying with my posse. I keep my glock cocked I need it cause they're all shady. I finally made it now these jealous bitches tryin' to FADE me! I ain't goin' out I'd rather blast back. I'm on the corner with my niggas watchin' cash stack. And I came up a long way from food stamps. And takin' shit from the low-life ghetto tramps. Could you blame me if they sweat me I'm gonna open fire. What could I do? Pull my trigga or watch my nigga die. I'm representin' to the fullest givin' devil slugs. I'm on the block slangin' drugs with the young thugs. And mothaf***a, we be ballin'! All mothaf***in' day long, stay strong! We st8 ballin'.