2pac Thug Life Lyrics

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 m________a with a pocket full of rocks.
Learn to throw them thangs, get my
skinny little a__ kicked.
And n____s laugh, til' tha first m________a got blasted.
I put the n____ in his casket,
Now they coverin' the b______ with plastic.
I smoke blunts on a regular f___ when it counts.
I'm tryin' to make a million dollars outta quarter ounce.
And gettin' lost on the five-o, f___ them hoes.
Got a 45 screamin' about survival.
Hey n____ 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 n____'s back, missin' me by inches.
And they say how do you survive weighin' 165
In a city where the skinny n____s 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 n____ servin'
pour some liquor on the curb for my n____s that deserve.
But if I want to make a million, gotta stay dealin'.
It's kinda boomin around the way and today I'll make a killin'.
Dressin' down like i'm dirty', 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 but i'm ridin' it like it's a Benz.
I hit to stip let my music b__p,
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!! Hem!, she getten' paid today
You other m________as crawlin',
But me and my m________in' thug n____s,huh
We st8 ballin'!!

St8 ballin'!

d___ed if I don't, and d___ed if a n____ do.
So watch a young m________a pull a trigga just to RAISE UP!
But don't let them see you cry, dry your eyes
Young n____ time to do or die.
I keep a pistol in my pocket,
Ready on my block.
Ain't no time for a n____ to even c___ s___.
And now they see that m________a peep pain,
At point blank range cause he slackin on the game.
Ain't a d___ed 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. n____.
Better live your life to the fullest,
in equipped to kill a bull, got a pistol
m________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 n____s in the penitentiary,
Loked up like a m________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 b____es 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 c___ed
I need it cause they're all shady.
I finally made it
now these jealous b____es tryin' to FADE me!
I ain't goin' out I'd rather blast back.
I'm on the corner with my n____s watchin' cash stack.
And I came up a long way from food stamps.
And takin' s___ from the low-life ghetto tramps.
how could you blame me? if they sweat me I'm a open fire.
What could I do? Pull my trigga or watch my n____ die.
I'm representin' to the fullest givin' devil slugs.
I'm on the block slangin' drugs with the young thugs.
And m________a, we be ballin'!
All m________in' day long, stay strong!
We st8 ballin'.

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