Thug Life

featuring 2Pac


Shit don't stop (2x)

Game rules often slang to the right fools

Heavy hittin' at this motherfucker's straight spittin'

Diggin' deep into your brain while tryin to explain

why real niggas need to stick to the game

It's the same got these motherfuckers changin' on me

Jealous ass player haters gaming on me

Look out motherfucker homey G

As in gettin' motherfuckers 'fore they come get me

Get down for the right for the wishes

Fake ass nigga, you in shit, for fightin' over bitches

You call that a player?

Straight-ass sissy

See me at my show nigga miss me

Cause I ain't tryin' to hear that bullshit

Got a pistol motherfucker try to pull quick

And just cause i'm rappin don't mean I ain't scrappin

And if you clip when the shit happens, it don't stop

[chorus-] Shit don't stop...


Now my guess is true

Them thug life niggas is a bull

Everywhere we go

The niggas trippin at the door

I want to dance with you

You can dance at the party and not get whipped (1x)


See the shit don't stop

My 9 goes pop

Your body drip-drop

Throw that ass in a zip-loc

(Rated R)

Now you've been hauled away in a body bag

Get your Sammy D said how your blood got sneeze me


Yo you fuckin' with a thug yo your ass gets plugged

With this hollow-point slugs

With ya under the rug

(Rated R)

That's why my deaf niggas don't play that shit

In thug life niggas be the craziest


So when you think about fuckin' this

You better wear a vest

But it really don't matter

We ain't aimin' at your chest

(Rated R)

Nah we blowin holes in your motherfuckin' skull

Make sure your ass is smoked

That's all the fat lady wrote


You heard that fat bitch sing when my shit went bang-bang

But it don't pay when i flaunt your brain

(Rated R)

Nigga, ain't no plain cane brothers come no show

In the casket

Git'n they ass kicked

And blasted

It don't stop

(chorus 1x)


All I want to do is try to Mac the hoes

Spin bank on thangs sellin me a sponsor on my foes

It's like each and every one they got the look of death

I got my 9 nigga

Don't be silly

You better watch your step


And pussies we crossin when my crew is flossin'

Bitches we tossin'

And niggas we crossin'

It's like a murder rhyme when we hit your hood

It's all good

The punks? I wish you would!


Wouldn't better to just corrolate what we bust

Instead of kickin' dust

Gets a press y'all from nuts

Cause ain't no herbs here

And ain't no morgues

Beware of the water 'cause they full of sharks


But in every state

Niggas perpetrate and test

Where I come from fools die for less

And thugs keep thugin' till their casket drop

It's on 'till I die

And the shit don't stop

(chorus 2x)

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