2Pac - Thug 4 Life ft. Ice Cube | Текст песни

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• Thug 4 Life ft. Ice Cube

[2Pac]
Mobbin' like a motherfucker, stuck
Can you picture middle finger out the window gettin' fucked of - liquor
Get loaded, can't control it
Nigga pass me the blunt and let me roll it
You get the bozack to the ho-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 quarter ounce, 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 niggas scurry
Pick a spot to be buried cause I'll be buckin' in a fuckin' hurry

[Hook]
Thug for life, high til I die
Crooked ass cops let me fry
Does it take to be a G?
Silence is a must, violence is a plus, bust
Shots at my adversaries, them niggas scurry
Pick a spot to be buried cause I'll be buckin' in a fuckin' hurry

Thug for life, high til I die
Crooked ass cops let me fry
Do or die, to my brothers in the penitentiary
Raise hell, when them niggas mention me

(x3)
Thug for life, high til I die
When them stupid-ass bitches ask why, tell 'em

Thug for life, high til I die
When them stupid-ass bitches ask why!

[Ice Cube]
It's boyz in the hood, it's toys in the hood
Y'all wanna know why there's noise in the hood
Cause there's drugs in the hood, thugs in the hood
Nigga killed a crip and a blood in the hood (For real)
Cause when niggaz get tribal
It's all about survival, nobody liable
I got caught by five-oh
Grandmama came to court with her Bible
But when the judge hit the gavel
Now I'm too far from my family to travel (Fuck)
I just came unraveled
Socked the D.A. before I got gaffled
Owned by C.A, State Property
Just like the year fifteen fifty three
Looking for me, a one-way ticket out
Don't understand, what's so hard to figure out?

[2Pac]
What does it take to be a G?
Silence is a must, violence is a plus, bust
Shots at my adversaries, them niggas scurry
Pick a spot to be buried cause I'll be buckin' in a fuckin' hurry

Thug for life, high til I die
Crooked ass cops let me fry

(x4)
Thug for life, high til I die
When them 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 motherfuckers can't see
That's it's the fame that causes 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 niggas, 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 niggas in the Bay
I'm livin' in L.A., still clutchin' on my AK

Rest in peace to my nigger Kato
Till they bury me nigger lay low
Thug for life

[Chrous]
(x2)
Thug for life, high til I die
When them stupid-ass bitches ask why, tell 'em

Nigga thug for life, high til I die
When them stupid-ass bitches ask why, tell 'em
Thug for life, high til I die
When them stupid-ass bitches ask why, tell 'em

[Outro]
Thug for life, beyatch!
Yeah nigga, THUG LIFE, from now until for motherfuckin' ever