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[Verse 1: 2Pac]
The feds is watchin', n*ggas 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*ck the law
b*tches, I f*ck with a passion, 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*gga until the day I die
Livе my life as a boss player, 'cause еven gettin' high
These n*ggas got me tossin' sh*t
I put the top down, now it's time to floss my sh*t
Keep your head up, n*gga, make these motherf*ckers suffer
The game sharper than a motherf*ckin' razor blade
Say money bring b*tches, b*tches bring lies
One n*gga's gettin' jealous and motherf*ckers die
Depend on me like the first and fifteenth
They might hold me for a second, but these punks won't get me
We got four n*ggas in low riders and ski masks
Screamin', "Thug Life" every time they pass, all eyes on me
Live the life of a thug n*gga until the day I die
Live the life of a boss player (All eyes on me) 'cause even gettin' high
[Chorus: 2Pac, Ice Cube]
I let them n*ggas know it's on for life
So let the Westside ride tonight
All eyes on me
Live the life of a thug n*gga until the day I die
Live the life of a boss player (All eyes on me) 'cause even gettin' high
I started this gangsta sh*t and this the motherf*ckin thanks I get?(Hello)
I let them n*ggas know it's on for life
So let the Westside ride tonight

[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G]
Relax and take notes, while I take tokes of the marijuana smoke
Throw you in a choke, gun smoke, gun smoke
Biggie Smalls for mayor, the rap slayer
The hooker layer, motherf*cker say your prayers
Hail Mary full of grace, smack the b*tch 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, capeesha? I'm out like, "The Vapors"
Who's the one you call Mr. Macho, the head honcho
Swift fist like Camacho, I got so
Much style I should be down wit the Stylistics
Make up to break up n*ggas need to wake up
Smell the Indonesia, beat you to a seizure
Then f*ck 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'
Suckin' on the tits! Had the hooker beggin' for the di*k
And your moms ain't ugly love, my di*k got rock quick
I guess I was a combination of House of Pain and Bobby Brown
I was "Humpin' Around" and "Jump-in Around"
Jacked her then I asked her who's the man, she said, "B-I-G"
Then I bust in her E-Y-E (Yo Big, you're dead wrong)
[Chorus: 2Pac, Ice Cube]
I let them n*ggas know it's on for life
So let the Westside ride tonight
All eyes on me
Live the life of a thug n*gga until the day I die
Live the life of a boss player (All eyes on me) 'cause even gettin' high
I started this gangsta sh*t and this the motherf*ckin thanks I get?(Hello)
I let them n*ggas know it's on for life
So let the Westside ride tonight

[Verse 3: Eazy-E, Ice Cube]
Aw yeah, let's take a trip
Just sit back and light a spliff with this and don't slip
On a funky-dope track jump back
Strapped with a fat boota sack and a 7-8 flak
Come clean, gangsta lean, I got green
But I serve dubs like it ain't no thing
I hang with OG playaz don't set trip
Or you might get what we call the rat pack
I don't slack when it come to street
I kick real g funk to a gangsta beat
It's so sweet, when you got money to spend
I got a proper big tilt and a fly-ass Benz
I make ends, spend my dough on no ho
That's how it is, and that's how it goes
Act like ya know when I creep real slow
Givin love to them playaz that I know is real g's(Hello)
[Verse 4: Ice Cube]
The motherf*ckin 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 stilletos
Dr. Dre {Hello} perculatin' keep em waitin
While you sittin here hatin, yo' b*tch is hyperventilatin'
Hopin' that we penetratin, you gets natin'
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 dialin) 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*gga I'm a scholar
The incredible, hetero-sexual, credible
Beg a ho, let it go, di*k ain't edible
n*gga ain't federal, I plan sh*t
While you hand picked motherf*ckers givin up transcripts

[Chorus: 2Pac, Ice Cube]
I let them n*ggas know it's on for life
So let the Westside ride tonight
All eyes on me
Live the life of a thug n*gga until the day I die
Live the life of a boss player (All eyes on me) 'cause even gettin' high
I started this gangsta sh*t and this the motherf*ckin thanks I get?