Hahaha, right Thug for life nigga Can't you read the signs?
[2Pac] Mobbin like a motherfucker, stuck, can you picture middle finger out the window gettin fucked off, liquor Get loaded, can't control it Nigga pass me the blunt and let me roll it You get the bozack to the hoe-stack, that's fo' sho' black So be a mack and keep ya dough fat And tell me what does it take to be a G? I started with a co-down, soon bounced to a ki' You gotta watch your back, stay strapped, be alert Started as a young motherfucker 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 motherfuckers wanna have fun Stuck in, buckin my motherfuckin Magnum What does it take to be a G? Silence is a must, violence is a plus, bust shots at my adversaries, them niggaz scurry Pick a spot to be buried cause I'll be buckin in a fuckin hurry
[Chorus: repeat 3X] Thug for life, high 'til I die When them stupid-ass bitches ask why, tell 'em
[2Pac] Game, thicker than most of these tricks I got my mind on makin money but you stuck on these fake, bitches And jealous motherfuckers can't see That's it's the thing that cost, these stupid bitches pass the pussy free So tell me why you sweat a motherfucker like me A young nigga tryin to hustle up some G's You pussy-ass playa hatin hoes Freakin down on niggaz, jumpin around at the shows And you the first motherfucker to jump to the trunk when it's time for funk, little trick-ass punk Thug motherfuckers don't die We get high and we multiply, motherfucker Give a holla to my niggaz in the Bay I'm livin in L.A., still clutchin on my AK
[2Pac] Thug for life, beotch! Yeah nigga, thug life, from now until for motherfuckin forever Have knots in this motherfucker Yeah