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2Pac & Ice Cube - Write This Down
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Tupac Thug Theory
Featuring(s) : The Notorious B.I.G.,Pop Smoke,DMX,Eazy-E,Dr. Dre,MC Ren,Method Man,Nas,Nipsey Hussle & Snoop Dogg
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The feds is watchin', n***as plottin' to get me Will I survive? Will I die? Come on, let's picture the possibility Givin' me charges, lawyers makin' a grip I told the judge I was raised wrong and that's why I blaze sh*t Was hyper as a kid, cold as a teenager On my mobile, callin' big shots on the scene major Packin' hundreds in my drawers, f**k the law B*t*hes, I f**k with a pa**ion, I'm livin' rough and raw Catchin' cases at a fast rate, ballin' in the fast lane Hustle 'til the mornin', never stopped until the cash came Live my life as a thug n***a until the day I die Livе my life as a boss player, 'cause еven gettin' high These n***as got me tossin' sh*t I put the top down, now it's time to floss my sh*t Keep your head up, n***a, make these motherf**kers suffer The game sharper than a motherf**kin' razor blade Say money bring b*t*hes, b*t*hes bring lies One n***a's gettin' jealous and motherf**kers died Depend on me like the first and fifteenth They might hold me for a second, but these punks won't get me We got foe n***as and low riders in ski masks Screamin', "Thug Life" every time they pa**, all eyes on me Live the life of a thug n***a until the day I die Live the life of a boss player (All eyes on me) I let the n***as know it's on for life Don't let the West Side ride tonight (All eyes on me) Live the life of a thug n***a until the day I die Live the life of a boss player 'cause even gettin' high I start this gangsta sh*t And it's the motherf**king thanks I get (hello) I let the n***as know it's on for life Don' t let the West Side ride tonight Relax and take notes while I take tokes of the marijuana smoke Throw you in a choke—gunsmoke, gunsmoke Biggie Smalls for mayor, the rap slayer The hooker layer, motherf**ker, say your prayers! "Hail Mary, full of grace..." Smack the b*t*h in the face Take her Gucci bag and the North Face off her back Jab her if she act funny with the money Oh, you got me mistaken, honey I don't wanna rape ya, I just want the paper The Visa, capisce-ah? I'm out like The Vapors Who's the one you call Mr. Macho? The head honcho, swift fists like Cu-macho I got so much styles I should be down with the Stylistics "Make up to break up," n***as need to wake up Smell the Indonesia, beat you to a seizure Then f**k your moms, hit the skins to amnesia She don't remember sh*t, just the two hits Her hittin' the floor and me hittin' the clit Sucking on the t**s, had the hooker beggin' for the d**k And your moms ain't ugly, love, my d**k got rock quick I guess I was a combination of House of Pain and Bobby Brown I was Humpin' Around and Jumpin' Around Jacked her, then, I asked her, "Who's her man?" She said, "B-I-G," Then I bust in her E-Y-E (Yo Big, you're dead wrong) Live the life of a thug n***a until the day I die Live the life of a boss player (All eyes on me) I let the n***as know it's on for life Don't let the West Side ride tonight (All eyes on me) Live the life of a thug n***a until the day I die Live the life of a boss player 'cause even gettin' high I start this gangsta sh*t And it's the motherf**king thanks I get (hello) I let the n***as know it's on for life Don' t let the West Side ride I might just hit it raw, hold on, that's not my element I like dark skins, love her melanin Huh, Christian Louboutin what I'm steppin' in Thirty bottles of Azul, tell 'em send 'em in I had the Lambo, switch to the 'Rari I'm a gangster, but I like to party Pop a Perky, go retarded I'm a Brooklyn n***a, I'm cold-hearted That's why I like the bad gyal (Woah), like RiRi (Wait) Every time she see me, she wanna eat me (Hold on) I saw like Justin Bieber, please believe me I said, "Wow, I'm on the TV" I can't f**k with broke b*t*hes, they be creepy She be actin' up, she always tryna leave me But she a bad gyal and she freaky I have her hangin' off the rod like she MiMi I never hit a b*t*h more than once 'cause they be leeches But her pu**y good, it taste like peaches But she can have it, I don't need it I'd rather have my money green like kiwi I don't talk to n***as 'cause they be cappin' Disrespect me and see what happen I don't make a call for war, I start snappin' Grr, them bullets blastin' Everyday sh*t, around the way sh*t got me stressed (what) So I keep on the vest in case a n***a wanna test (uh) I got no time for games 'cause I'm all grown up You wanna joke n***a? Laugh when you get blown up (come on) See how funny it is when your kids ain't got no father Cause you played it sweet now you floating in the harbor (for real) Sh*t is hectic so respect it for your health (what) Didn't think it was right, you should've checked it yourself (come on) Life is too short to get caught up in some dumb sh*t Wake up one day, 40 years old on some bum sh*t Time flew by, you was too fly to see the light Everyday it's getting darker then comes the night Now what? (what) Realize that you ain't got sh*t (uh) Not long ago you was the man on some hot sh*t So just peep the flow yo, 'cause you already in this Make sure your sh*t is right kid and handle your business I let the n***as know it's on for life Don't let the West Side ride tonight Look at these n***as with att**udes, hello Look at these n***as with att**udes Look at these n***as with att**udes, hello And it's the motherf**king thanks I get (hello) I let the n***as know it's on for life Don't let the West Side ride tonight Aw sh*t, let's take a trip Just sit back and light a spliff to this and don't slip On a funky-a** track, jump back Strapped with a gat and a sack in a 7-8 'Lac Come clean, gangsta lean, I got green Bud, I serve dubs like it ain't no thing I hang with O.G. n***as, don't set trip Or you might get a slug in your f**kin' back I don't slack when it come to street I kick real G sh*t to a gangsta beat It's so sweet, when you got money to spend I got a cool-a** tilt and a fly-a** Benz I make ends, spend my dough on no ho That's how it is and that's how it goes Act like you know when I creep real slow Givin' love to them n***as that I know is real G's The motherf**kin' world is a ghetto Full of magazines, full clips, and heavy metal When the smoke settle.. I'm just lookin for a big yellow; In six inch stilettos Dr. Dre, Hello, perculatin keep em waitin While you sittin here hatin', yo' b*t*h is hyperventilatin' Hopin that we penetratin', you gets naythin' Cause I never been to Satan, for hardcore administratin' Gangbang affiliatin'; MC Ren'll have you Wildin off a zone and a whole half a gallon (Get to dialing) 9 1 1 emergency (And you can tell em) It's my son he's hurtin' me (And he's a felon) On parole for robbery Ain't no coppin' a plea, ain't no stoppin' a G I'm in the 6 you got to hop in the 3, company monopoly You handle sh*t sloppily I drop a ki properly They call me the Don Dada Pop a collar, drop a dollar if you hear me you can holla Even rottweilers, follow, the Impala Wanna talk about this concrete? N***a I'm a scholar The incredible, hetero-sexual, credible Beg a ho, let it go, d**k ain't edible N***a ain't federal, I plan sh*t While you hand picked motherf**kers givin up transcripts I let the n***as know it's on for life Don't let the West Side ride tonight (All eyes on me) Live the life of a thug n***a until the day I die Live the life of a boss player 'cause even gettin' high I start this gangsta sh*t And it's the motherf**king thanks I get (hello) I let the n***as know it's on for life Don't let the West Side ride tonight Look at these n***as with att**udes (hello) Did I fall off?, Got you in your room Rippin every "Chronic" poster on your wall off Just cause I put away the sawed off Now I got you sittin back with a smirk; Listening with your arms crossed Questioning Dre's credibility (What?) Wondering if it's still in me to produce hits; Y'all be killin me As if I need to make mo' I got a mansion And six cars that are paid fo' suck my d**k! (Hello) We came a long way from not givin a f**k Sellin tapes out of a trunk to movin this far up Now we got the whole world starstruck Made a million plus and still don't give a motherf**k Motherf**ker I'm Dre - I don't need your respect I don't need to make another album b*t*h I don't gotta do sh*t I do it because I want to not to stay in the game F**k the fame, I'm still stayin the same, lil' b*t*h! (Hello) I start this gangsta sh*t And it's the motherf**king thanks I get (hello) I start this gangsta sh*t And it's the motherf**king thanks I get (hello) Look at these n***as with att**udes Look at these n***as with att**udes (hello) I let the n***as know it's on for life Don't let the West Side ride tonight Villain blows up yo' spot Take yo' notebook yo' b*t*h and yo' Glock This motherf**ker thought the coochie had a padlock You slapped her a** that's alarmin Cause she want my Worm like Carmen We chin check n***as, them thin check n***as Run trains on gold diggers beware these fo' n***as Scarin motherf**kers like Stephen King flicks Makin' n***as clear the room like a dyke fleein' d**k Makin 2nd II None sh*t, n***a like Quik So when I bomb first n***a who you rollin with? F**k that ice on your wrist, f**k yo' fine a** b*t*h Cause you could lose it in a tussle n***a watch me hustle Watch n***as kiss my a** without flexin a muscle B*t*hes - all in the back they knees waitin to buckle Same time same channel don't change the dial N***az4Life, f**kin your wife, these n***as wild (Hello) I let the n***as know it's on for life Don't let the West Side ride tonight Look at these n***as with att**udes (hello) Look at these n***as with att**udes Look at these n***as with att**udes (hello) I start this gangsta sh*t And it's the motherf**king thanks I get (hello) I let the n***as know it's on for life Don't let the West Side ride tonight Look at these n***as with att**udes Ayo, Im so humble but on a bumble I speak for the jungle, 2 else for and a mumble Sunny, Ill sell you a bunny and take it from you Won you These rappers are sugar bordering dumb-juice Yall make just come through like a five star Chillin but I could finish you, in five hours Working like baby Jesus I get them lined up Thatll leave them holy just matrimony like my god Staten Island and Cony Island that's two squads Something like this could cook crack that too hard Meth, Im too fresh I smell like a new car The Woo Tang my favorite member is U-God Make history before you go F**k the misery, you living po' we gettin dough Except the dollars other reasons why I'm living yo (why?) Time is valuable Low and behold the young, black, and powerful Got to eat yo, everyday my daughter feet grow You wack and cheap with the doe, my heat could blow Paying doctors when I'm born, a preacher if I'm buried That's why cash is needed for my kids to inherit Gotta pay just for living, tax life is a bid'ness If you catch a bad deal, watch your life diminish Deals made by God and the Devil, and we in it Pawns in the game, can't complain or say sh*t Just strap up and hold on, hope for the best Prepare for the worst, no fears no nothing on earth No tears if I'm dumped in a hearse, I won't be the first Nor the last, n***a, let's get this cash, n***a I let the n***as know it's on for life Don't let the West Side ride tonight Look at these n***as with att**udes (Hello) (All eyes on me) Live the life of a thug n***a until the day I die Live the life of a boss player 'cause even gettin' high I start this gangsta sh*t And it's the motherf**king thanks I get (hello) I let the n***as know it's on for life Don't let the West Side ride tonight Wheres the money on the beat Where yo money at? We gon’ smoke a hundred sacks Shootin’ up your block Switch cars, then we double back You a funny cat You ain’t made a hundred racks You ain’t nothin’ like Nip Hussle That’s a f**kin’ fact Puttin' on for my city, got 100 stats I’m the realest n***a in it, can’t front on that A lot of fake n***as hate me cause they wanna rap But if they dumb enough to say it, I’ma f**kin snap Big guns, big guns, I got big guns AR’s, AK’s, n***a, pick one This young n***a on that sh*t, you should get on And I promise she get f**ked if yo' b*t*h come Know some Inglewood n***as showed a Crip love He was like, "That n***a Nip kinda sick, Blood" Know them East Side n***as bang my sh*t tough, it's all of love Even to my homeboys that switched up Funny thing is they swore when I get rich I would turn my back on 'em, but I’m still up in the mix, huh God damn, ain't that some sh*t? Can a young pull up in a six gettin' his d**k sucked? Where yo money at? We gon’ smoke a hundred sacks Shootin’ up your block Switch cars, then we double back You a funny cat You ain’t made a hundred racks You ain’t nothin’ like Nip Hussle That’s a f**kin’ fact For God so loved the world he gave us a good Crip The late, great Neighborhood Nip Dippin' in this L.A. bullsh*t 'Bout as solid of youngsta as a n***a could get (Yup) Wasn't nothin' like these thug phonies Was always showin' love and big respect for all the Blood homies (What up) You understood the values in the youth Man, I swear to God, nephew, you was the truth Damn, how could this n***a do this? It's 'cause every neighborhood Jesus got a neighborhood Judas Who hate to see your team ridin' rich You see that envy and that pride, that's that green-eyed b*t*h Worse than a woman scorned (Damn) It had been better for that man if he had never been born But Mary, don't you mourn, Martha, don't you weep You see, your son still affected us deep Give us the faith to take that leap I let the n***as know it's on for life Don't let the West Side ride tonight (Look at these n***as with att**ude) (All eyes on me) Live the life of a thug n***a until the day I die Live the life of a boss player cause even gettin' high (All eyes on me) I start this gangsta sh*t And it's the motherf**king thanks I get (hello) I let the n***as know it's on for life Don't let the West Side ride tonight All eyes on me Pay attention, my n***as! See how that sh*t go? N***a walk up in this motherf**ker and it be like, "Bing!" Cops, b*t*hes, every-motherf**kin'-body (Live my life as a thug n***a until the day I die) (Live my life as a boss playa, 'cause even gettin' high) I got bustas, hoes, and police watchin' a n***a, you know? (I live my life as a thug n***a until the day I die) (Livin' life as a boss playa, 'cause even gettin' high) (All eyes on me) He he he, it's like what they think I'm walkin' around with some ki's in my pocket or somethin' (All eyes on me) They think I'm goin' back to jail, they really on that dope All eyes on me
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