Thug for life nigga
Can't you read the signs?
F*ck it man
Whatchu doin'? Mobbin' like a motherf*cker stuck
Can you put your middle finger
Out the window gettin' f*cked off, liquor?
Get loaded can't control it
Nigga pass me the blunt and let me roll it
You get the bones act to the whole stack, that's fo sho black
To be a mack and keep your dough fat
And tell me what does it take to be a G?
I started with a quarter ounce and bounced to a key
You gotta watch your back stay strapped, be alert
Started as a young muthaf*cka 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 muthaf*ckas wanna have fun
Stuck it, buckin' my muthaf*ckin' Magnum, what does it take to be a G?
Silence is a must, violence is a plus, plus, shots at my adversaries
Dem niggaz scary best it's time to be buried
'Cause I'll be buckin' in a f*ckin' hurry
Tell 'em thug for life, high till I die
When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why
Tell 'em thug for life, high till I die
When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why
Tell 'em thug for life, high till I die
When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why, tell 'em
Game, thicker than most of these tricks
I got my mind on makin' money
But you stuck on these fake bitches
And jealous muthaf*ckas can't see
That it's the fame that caught
These stupid bitches, pass the pussy free
So tell me why you sweatin' a muthaf*cka like me?
A young nigga tryin' to a hustle up some G's
You pussy ass playa hatin' hoes speakin' down on niggas
Jumpin' around at the shows
And your the first muthaf*cka to jump
To the trunk when it's time for fun
Little trick ass punk
Thug muthaf*ckas don't die we get high and we multiply
Muthaf*cka
Give a holla to my niggas in the bay
I'm livin' in L.A. still clutchin' on my AK
Tell 'em thug for life, high till I die
When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why
Tell 'em thug for life, high till I die
When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why
Tell 'em thug for life, high till I die
When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why, tell 'em
Tell 'em thug for life, high till I die
When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why
Tell 'em thug for life, high till I die
When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why
Tell 'em thug for life, high till I die
When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why, tell 'em
Thug for life, bitch
Yeah nigga, thug life, from now till the muthaf*ckin' ever
Have notz in this muthaf*cka
Yeah, no doubt
Thug 4 Life Video (MV)
Performed By: Tupac
Written by: JOHNNY LEE JACKSON, LUIS EDGARDO RESTO, MARSHALL B. III MATHERS, TUPAC AMARU SHAKUR
Tupac - Thug 4 Life Lyrics
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Thug for life nigga
Can't you read the signs?
F*ck it man
Whatchu doin'? Mobbin' like a motherf*cker stuck
Can you put your middle finger
Out the window gettin' f*cked off, liquor?
Get loaded can't control it
Nigga pass me the blunt and let me roll it
You get the bones act to the whole stack, that's fo sho black
To be a mack and keep your dough fat
And tell me what does it take to be a G?
I started with a quarter ounce and bounced to a key
You gotta watch your back stay strapped, be alert
Started as a young muthaf*cka 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 muthaf*ckas wanna have fun
Stuck it, buckin' my muthaf*ckin' Magnum, what does it take to be a G?
Silence is a must, violence is a plus, plus, shots at my adversaries
Dem niggaz scary best it's time to be buried
'Cause I'll be buckin' in a f*ckin' hurry
Tell 'em thug for life, high till I die
When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why
Tell 'em thug for life, high till I die
When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why
Tell 'em thug for life, high till I die
When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why, tell 'em
Game, thicker than most of these tricks
I got my mind on makin' money
But you stuck on these fake bitches
And jealous muthaf*ckas can't see
That it's the fame that caught
These stupid bitches, pass the pussy free
So tell me why you sweatin' a muthaf*cka like me?
A young nigga tryin' to a hustle up some G's
You pussy ass playa hatin' hoes speakin' down on niggas
Jumpin' around at the shows
And your the first muthaf*cka to jump
To the trunk when it's time for fun
Little trick ass punk
Thug muthaf*ckas don't die we get high and we multiply
Muthaf*cka
Give a holla to my niggas in the bay
I'm livin' in L.A. still clutchin' on my AK
Tell 'em thug for life, high till I die
When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why
Tell 'em thug for life, high till I die
When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why
Tell 'em thug for life, high till I die
When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why, tell 'em
Tell 'em thug for life, high till I die
When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why
Tell 'em thug for life, high till I die
When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why
Tell 'em thug for life, high till I die
When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why, tell 'em
Thug for life, bitch
Yeah nigga, thug life, from now till the muthaf*ckin' ever
Have notz in this muthaf*cka
Yeah, no doubt
Can't you read the signs?
F*ck it man
Whatchu doin'? Mobbin' like a motherf*cker stuck
Can you put your middle finger
Out the window gettin' f*cked off, liquor?
Get loaded can't control it
Nigga pass me the blunt and let me roll it
You get the bones act to the whole stack, that's fo sho black
To be a mack and keep your dough fat
And tell me what does it take to be a G?
I started with a quarter ounce and bounced to a key
You gotta watch your back stay strapped, be alert
Started as a young muthaf*cka 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 muthaf*ckas wanna have fun
Stuck it, buckin' my muthaf*ckin' Magnum, what does it take to be a G?
Silence is a must, violence is a plus, plus, shots at my adversaries
Dem niggaz scary best it's time to be buried
'Cause I'll be buckin' in a f*ckin' hurry
Tell 'em thug for life, high till I die
When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why
Tell 'em thug for life, high till I die
When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why
Tell 'em thug for life, high till I die
When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why, tell 'em
Game, thicker than most of these tricks
I got my mind on makin' money
But you stuck on these fake bitches
And jealous muthaf*ckas can't see
That it's the fame that caught
These stupid bitches, pass the pussy free
So tell me why you sweatin' a muthaf*cka like me?
A young nigga tryin' to a hustle up some G's
You pussy ass playa hatin' hoes speakin' down on niggas
Jumpin' around at the shows
And your the first muthaf*cka to jump
To the trunk when it's time for fun
Little trick ass punk
Thug muthaf*ckas don't die we get high and we multiply
Muthaf*cka
Give a holla to my niggas in the bay
I'm livin' in L.A. still clutchin' on my AK
Tell 'em thug for life, high till I die
When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why
Tell 'em thug for life, high till I die
When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why
Tell 'em thug for life, high till I die
When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why, tell 'em
Tell 'em thug for life, high till I die
When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why
Tell 'em thug for life, high till I die
When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why
Tell 'em thug for life, high till I die
When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why, tell 'em
Thug for life, bitch
Yeah nigga, thug life, from now till the muthaf*ckin' ever
Have notz in this muthaf*cka
Yeah, no doubt
Writer: JOHNNY LEE JACKSON, LUIS EDGARDO RESTO, MARSHALL B. III MATHERS, TUPAC AMARU SHAKUR
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group