2Pac – Thug 4 Life

Talented and renowned American rapper and songwriter, Tupac Shakur introduced this amazing song titled “Thug 4 Life”.

This intriguing record which appeared as Track 12 on his top charting album project called “Loyal to the Game” was officially released on 14 December 2004.

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LYRICS

Hahaha, right, thug for life, nigga

Can’t you read the signs?

Mobbin’ like a motherfucker, stuck

Can you picture a 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 for sho’, black

So 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, 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

Thug for life, high ’til I die

When them stupid-ass bitches ask why, tell ’em

Shootin’ crooked ass cops, let me fry

Do or die, to my brothers in the penitentiary

Raise hell, when them niggas mention me

Thug for life, high ’til I die

When them stupid-ass bitches ask why, tell ’em

[3x]

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 to 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 hating hoes

Freaking 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

Thug for life, high ’til I die

When them stupid-ass bitches ask why, tell ’em

Shootin’ crooked ass cops, let me fry

Do or die, to my brothers in the penitentiary

Raise hell, when them niggas mention me

Thug for life, beyatch! Yeah, nigga

Thug Life, from now until for motherfuckin’ forever

Have-nots in this, motherfucker