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Thug Life
Thinkin' back reminiscing on my teens a young G getten' paid over dope fiends f**kin' 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**ken 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**k 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**kas 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**k 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**ken 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**k 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**ken 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**ked 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**k 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**k 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**ker 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**ken 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 |
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(Mopreme)
Just 'cause a nigga come in he got style Don't think I won't flip it Don't pull your file But I got enough bullshit to deal with I'm rollin' with the thugs so You must be on drugs to the head Get your ass break down Broken half baby I'm a feelin' like a motherf**kin psychopathic And if you got beef best leave it in the freezer I'm no joke Mopreme straight lo And you could get smoked You hook the shit you get stroked And all of that And later be back for your motherf**kin dope sack Kid it ain't the type of day to play doughnut Don't get your ass sewn up Why you leakin on my blown out Hey, you're mixed up like a bowl of nuts You f**k around and got it twisted up Boy, don't get it twisted (chorus) Don't get it twisted!..... (Macadoshis) It's the Macadoshis coming from the dark side The park side where the O.G.s do ride Ain't nothing but killers in the park As many niggas lost they's heart When my gat sparks I'll bust a cap in that ass Don't get it twisted When I'm on a mission, niggas come with Mishy You busters gettin disciplined And you're comin' up short on your life When i smoke you with this mac-10 When it's on it's on F**k it I'm makin niggas kick the bucket when I check em' by inducis Ain't no think to let my shit spin You on my shit list hope you got a death wish I tried to warn you but you missed me You should have listened motherf**ker when i said: Don't get it twisted! (chorus) (Rated R) Niggas got problems about gettin shit twisted They need to stay the f**k out of grown folks business Kids get a kick out of bumpin their big clips But don't front no shit that brought no shit that peace started Cause I'm a cold hearted rider straight dunkin' never through with my streets Never hurt nobody but my heat East side brothers don't hear me though They'd rather get shit twisted and gather like hoes Bitch make ass niggas when I caught 'em Couldn't bust a drape if they wanted They're soft like Charmin But I don't sweat varmits I suffer with my black group Just a one-day murderer On the motherf**kin Rudy Poop I snapped his soul, son Ain't no damn thing funny when I spray your ass with my tongue And your mommy can't save you now Cause you got the job twisted up For f**kin' with a killer (chorus) (fade out) |
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