Life’s Hard (Dedication For 2pac)

Travel through my mind am I blind it's a shame

Young niggaz gettin' murdered straight took out the game

As I sit here puffin on a cigarette

Gotta be ready, never know who's plottin' on a niggaz death

These are the rough times, best to hurry up

And duck muh'fucker 'fore I buck mine

It's gettin' crazy and everybody's strapped

Surrounded by niggaz but nary a motherfucker down to watch my back

These are the bitch made niggaz, you been played nigga

While you starvin' and broke they pullin' six figures

Oooh, what can you do

When you can't trust your crew, time to bust out the wenty-two

Boo-yaow! Ran out of weed, so I'm sippin'

On this Hennesey, tell me, do you feel me?

Heyyy, I have no remorse

As I take another sip of my liquor and spit my sick thoughts, oooh

Thuggin' to the fullest, got my strap, I'ma pull it

I'm the first muh'fucker that can outrun a bullet

It's them thug life niggaz and we don't like tricks

Got these punk wannabes and they jockin' like bitches

Now my riches is gettin' hoes on it's own

Fuck a mystery, do you want to get with me, then let's bone

I'ma take her to my hideout, cause I'm smokin' that spinach

and stayin' strong to the finish and then I ride out

See you on the freeway, sorry baby

But I gotta call my homey see what he say

I ain't got no time, I gotta get mine

I keep my mind on my loot, I'll shoot everytime

And ain't no way I'ma let bitch made nigga worry me

Catch me slippin', empty the clip and bury me

Hell nah nigga have to plug me twice

Ain't no slippin' when you thug for life, motherfucker can you see?

Never bow down, let these other bitches crawl

I'm a Thug motherfucker and these Thugs only ball

Ain't no half steppin' here, from the cradle to the grave

I'm a muhfuckin' fool, but I choose to get paid

Now my pockets gettin' empty, and I'm panicked in a fright

Me and my bitch named Nina are fiendin' tonight

Ain't nobody livin' safe, got a plot, and I'm stressin'

All I want, is my muh'fuckin' money, ain't no question

Don't try to stall little trick, cause we hit

So bring in the scissors and get to clippin' at his dick

I'd rather die young than die old and broke

That's why I stay drunk, and I constantly smoke

My memories as a youngsta, hangin' with the homies

But now I'm doin' bad and them bitches don't know me (Who? Who?)

But playa haters can't fade me (Why?)

Cause this is thug life nigga and we're crazy, tell me do you see?

Yeah, constantly runnin' from danger

Ain't no stranger to cop cars

Gettin' arrested and tested wearin' a vest and don't drop my guards

My life is hectic, my homies send mail from jail

Niggaz in Hell got some horrible stories to tell

I'm catchin' cases and still tryin' to stack a grip

The IRS is tryin' to stress off a niggaz shit

A young nigga never had a prayer to prevail

And all my peers doin' years locked up in jail

What can I do, stay strapped, get a bigger crew

And creep around with them Dogg Pound niggaz too

And now we rich ain't no bitch than can touch us

And it's a trip, how we clown, when we fuck sluts

Bust nuts then I cut, that's my new thang

And motherfuckers got on do-rags

Can I get paid, can I get paid, can I motherfuckin' get paid

Nigga can work for his money all motherfuckin' day and

Still never see a piece of it, you understand me?

It's not about the nice guy

It's 'bout the hardworkin' motherfuckin' Thug nigga

If you ain't a thug nigga, you ain't really doin' nothin'

You ain't really makin' nothin'

These motherfuckin' po-po's and these pink folks

Got it all locked up for us to fail

See how they did O.J., and they doin' niggaz like that all day

So if you don't watch your motherfuckin' stack

Believe me, this could be your last breath