"Alright now, here we go"

[Verse One: 2Pac]


Tell me, how many real mother$#&@ers feel me? I smoke a blunt
and freak the funk until these jealous mother$#&@ers kill me

I'm out the gutter, pick a hero
I'm 165 and staying high til I die, my competion's zero
Cause I could give a $#&@ about you, better duck

Or I'll be forced to hit yo $$# up I give a $#&@
I'm sick inside my mind, why you sweatin me?
It's gonna take an army full of crooked $$# cops to come and get me

^!$$%z know I ain't the one to sleep on, I'm under pressure
Gotta sleep with my piece, an extra clip beside my dresser
Word to God I've been ready to die since I was born

I don't want no %#@! but ^!$$%z trip and yo it's on
Open fire on my adversaries, don't even worry
Better have on a vest aim for the chest and then you buried

It's a man's world, ^!$$%z get played, another stray
Hope I live to see another day, hey
I'm getting sweated by these undercovers, who can I trust?

Got my mama stressin thinkin it's a drug bust
Gotta get paid but all the drama that's attached
We living a Drug Life, Thug Life, each day could be my last

Will I blast when it's time to shoot? Don't even ask
That's the consequences when ya livin, fast
Six bricks of tricks, for my ^!$$%z, I gotta come up

and recoup, you keep the dope just bring me six figures
Is it a bust? I hear the sirens, run for cover
over the fence and open fire


"Alright now, here we go"


[Verse Two: 2Pac]

These mother$#&@ers on my $$# I'm in traffic, will it be tragic?

I'm comin round the corner like I'm Magic
Doin ninety on the freeway, and hittin switches
In a high speed chase with these punk (*##$es

Don't turn around I ain't givin up, cause they don't worry me
#~!!@ $$# (*##$es better bury me
Runnin outta gas time to park it, I'm on foot

We in the hood, how the $#&@ they gon catch a crook? Haha
I got away cause I'm clever
Went to my neighbors for a favor now you know players stick together

I watch the scene from the rooftop, spittin loogies
at the coppers that persue me, beotch!
I be a hustler til it's over, mother$#&@er

Open fire on you bustas

"Alright now, here we go"


[Verse Three: 2Pac]


Don't try to follow me, I'm headed outta state
I gotta pay my $#&@in bills, so I'm transportin weight
Change my plates, pick up my ^!$$%, and now we rollin

Droppin keys like they stolen, hehe
Tell me who do you fear? I'm outta town until the coast is clear
Enough dope to last a year

They got me running from the police, nowhere to go
With the lights out, rollin down a dirt road
But I ain't goin alive, I'd rather die than be a convict

I'd rather fire on my target
I hit the corner doing ninety, ahhhh %#@!!
Them (*##$es right behind me

They take a shot and hit my $#&@in tires
Now, jump out the car then I open fire, sucka!


Hahahaha, Thug Life!