2pac ft. Eazy E - Still Dre Remix (Thug 4 Life) lyrics

(2Pac)
Mobbin' like a motherf*cker, stuck
Can you picture a middle finger out the window, gettin' f*cked
Off liquor; get loaded, can't control it
n*gga, 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 motherf*cker 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 motherf*ckers wanna have fun
Stuck in, buckin' my motherf*ckin' Magnum
What does it take to be a G?
Silence is a must, violence is a plus
Bust shots at my adversaries, them n*ggas scurry
Pick a spot to be buried, ‘cause I'll be buckin' in a f*ckin' hurry

[Hook]
Thug for life, high 'til I die
When them stupid-ass b*tches ask why, tell 'em
Shootin' crooked ass cops, let me fry
Do or die, to my brothers in the penitentiary
Raise hell, when them n*ggas mention me

Thug for life, high 'til I die
When them stupid-ass b*tches ask why, tell 'em
Thug for life, high 'til I die
When them stupid-ass b*tches ask why, tell 'em
Thug for life, high 'til I die
When them stupid-ass b*tches ask why

(Eazy E)
Some motherf*cker's gotta die!
I'm an evil motherf*cker ready to tear sh*t up
I'm gonna put these things on you, and never let up
See, my momma...she was wrong when I was born
That a n*gga like E should'a never been born
Too late, big mistake in '72
It's '92, now the year of code blue
15 hours..11 minutes..30 seconds
I'm a motherf*ckin' wreck
Gonna pay back n*ggas who did me wrong in the past
My days ain't long
I'm comin' strong and fast
Lock up 8 n*ggs..kill up 10 pigs
Innocent and f*ckers are also dyin, too
Now what else can I do?
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck and plant my seeds
Leavin' kids in this world like me
The lunatic psycho mutherf*cka Eazy-E
[Hook]
Thug for life, high 'til I die
When them stupid-ass b*tches ask why, tell 'em
Thug for life, high 'til I die
When them stupid-ass b*tches ask why, tell 'em
Thug for life, high 'til I die
When them stupid-ass b*tches ask why

(2Pac)
Game thicker than most of these tricks
I got my mind on makin' money
But you stuck on these fake b*tches
And jealous motherf*ckers can't see
That's it's the fame that causes
These stupid b*tches to pass the pus*y free
So tell me, why you sweat a motherf*cker like me?
A young n*gga tryin' to hustle up some G's
You pus*y-ass playa hatin' hoes
Freakin' down on n*ggas, jumpin' around at the shows
And you the first motherf*cker to jump
To the trunk when it's time for funk, little trick-ass punk
Thug motherf*ckers don't die
We get high and we multiply, motherf*cker
Give a holla to my n*ggas in the Bay
I'm livin' in L.A., still clutchin' on my AK
[Hook]
Thug for life, high 'til I die
When them stupid-ass b*tches ask why, tell 'em
Thug for life, high 'til I die
When them stupid-ass b*tches ask why, tell 'em
Thug for life, high 'til I die
When them stupid-ass b*tches ask why, tell 'em

[Outro]
Thug for life, beyatch!