Thug Life (Original Version 2) lyrics

[Intro: 2Pac]
The question: "Is it real?"
The answer (Hehehah) to the young muthaf*ckin' Thugs (n*gga)
K-Doggs (That's right) Young Hollywood (Come on),Big motherf*ckin' Malcolm do that (Thug)
Representing on a mothaf*ckin' higher level
Get yours holler at ya these moterf*ckers just don't understand me
They all family (Heeheeheeeheey)
Why don't you n*ggas hit these bustas up?

[Verse 1: Young Hollywood "Kadafi"]
What's up for '95? Yeah, '95 sound live!
I'm through with crimes, no more runnin' from one-time
Although I know what I'll get for my title
When I was young, that nickel-plated Four-Fifth was my idol
Chrome and stones, bones, and portable phones
Gettin' bungalow while I'm sittin' at home is what I scheme of
So now what I dream of is a life full of trouble
In fact countin' double digit stacks
Lay back for a minute, 500 SEL, yeah, I could see myself in it!
Murder over money, you ever heard of a dummy
With Glocks between his tummy, low down dirty and crummy?
Talkin' bout that Thug Life be the only life I know
Talkin 'bout that drug life without this rap sh*t
Probably be the only route I go
And matter of fact I know I'll strive through this fo' sho'
Live that Thug Life
[Chorus: Female singing & 2Pac]
Thug Life, it's the only life for me (A n*gga live the)
Thug Life, forever hustling in the streets (I forever live the)
Thug Life, when no one else was there for me (I gotta live the)
Thug Life, the G's became my family(Down n*gga pray now)

[Verse 2: EDI "Big Malcolm"]
Thug Life, ever since we was from day one
Licking shots, gettin' back at the frustration
Livin' right was never my thought, I guess it's my fault
I told to support that n*gga with his f*ckin' court
I'm boldy drinkin' slowly smash his finger to the police
Don't nothin' (Hehahah) matter when makin' snaps with the homies
Now y'all know it ain't right but when young n*ggas sure don't like
Tryin' to survive through the stripe
With a buck and a butter knife you f*ckin' right
I go loony for loot G without a bootsy (Yeah n*gga)
I was raised in this crazed so forever
Thuggin' is how I stay clutchin' pay and duckin' strays
I'm just a young Thug (Hehehah) glad to see twenty
And plenty more (Yeah)
But the homies say that's a trip that I ain't ready for (That's right)
So it's only right for me to earn my f*ckin' stripes everyday I fight
Livin' that

[Chorus: Female singing & 2Pac]
Thug Life
It's the only life for me (A n*gga gotta live the)
Thug Life
Forever hustling in the streets (I forever live the)
Thug Life
When no one else was there for me (Now I gots to live the)
Thug Life
The G's became my family
(K)
[Verse 3: K-Dog "Kastro"]
Now aahahahaah well some wonder
(Yeah) where the real n*ggas win a few cents
Make me represent harder no doe I can't bother 'cause
Don't nuttin' move but the papers when n*ggas catch vapors
More and more n*ggas doin' capers (Uuhhuhuuh)
For them stacks of ends me and my mens it all means
The black Benz on rims and diamond rings (Hehahahahah)
Make me think thoughts of all sorts and no lesser (Yeah n*gga yeah)
Puffin' on 'ports for the pressure while the
Sounds force Thugs born to the full
Get on and trick pull punks are livin' wonderful
I array and Bubonic make a play day
Blast away and I pray that a n*gga lay (Hehahah)
In peace please tell my leaves in the breeze
With the real (Whohuhuhuuh) sticks
And snaps no haps I guess I gotta peel
For realla my n*ggas never show me nothin' right
Now I'm hype on this muthaf*ckin' Thug Life

[Chorus: Female singing & 2Pac]
Thug Life, it's the only life for me (I gotta live the)
Thug Life, forever hustling in the streets (A mothaf*cka live the)
Thug Life, when no one else was there for me (Only thing was the)
Thug Life, the G's became my family
Thug Life, it's the only life for me (That's why a n*gga live the)
Thug Life, forever hustling in the streets (Only thing for me)
Thug Life, when no one else was there for me (I live the)
Thug Life, the G's became my family
[Outro: 2Pac]
Who do a young n*ggas got out here these motherf*ckin' days?
Preachers? Them motherf*ckers is crooked
As the muthaf*ckin' n*ggas on the streets
Cops? Motherf*ckers takin' bribes endin' lives (f*ck these)
These n*ggas don't give a f*ck about me
n*gga want a G I'll be lost in the i muthaf*ckin' sauce (Really?)
Now I'm a G I'M boss (Right)
Starin' at this motherf*ckin' Thug Life (That's right)
Keep a n*gga real keep me on my toes Lord knows (You know)
I don't know what tomorrow bring I do know one thing (What's that?)
Ain't nothin' gon' change bout this game (Oohooh yeah)
f*ck the fame all I want is the riches
Side-steppin' the b*tches (Right) the snitches they lay in ditches (Right)
Dead two to the head (That's hurt)
Instead of me goin' to the penitentiary n*gga
I been doin' this sh*t since the days of elementary
Figure me fallin' I'm continuously ballin' (Right)
Never die always high (Right)
Thug Life baby (Baby) have you seen me lately? (n*gga)
These young muthaf*ckin' Thugs (Every)
K-Doggs Young Hollywood (Gettin' his mouth)
Big Malkie muthaf*ckin' Mutah (Right)
n*ggas ain't to be f*cked with (Never that)
They ain't fin- fin to be played with (Never that)
If we can slay half these motherf*ckers in the business (All day any day)
What is this (What is?) motherf*ckers think you can beat me? (Nohohooh) sh*t y'all n*ggas is tweakin' (Fade)
Y'all can't fade these n*ggas (Never)
These is the craziest muthaf*ckin' (Sickest)
n*ggas in y'all age bracket (Thuggin' to the fullest)
And I can have you motherf*ckers out the box (Right out the box)
Why y'all n*ggas out there screamin' about b*tches and sh*t?
(Y'all n*ggas can't fade me)
All that bullsh*t we ain't gon' name no names (Suckers)
Cause if we really wanted beef (Basterds)
We'd bring it to you punk motherf*ckers
But half y'all n*ggas (Catch n*ggas) is out there rappin' like other n*ggas
These motherf*ckers is rappin' like Thug n*ggas
(You know who you are)
Young mutherf*ckin' Thugs they keep it real (You know who you are)
(I know you know who you motherf*ckin' are)
And I put that on my motherf*ckin' mama
And everybody mama out there (Suckas)
How bout that you little suckas? (Bustas)
Y'all can't fade this whole crooked ass sh*t (Right after that)
And after this it's gone be another hit (One more)
After that one more (One more)
Cause Moe-Z don't be playin' (Never) he don't be playin' either (Slayin')
He be bringin' you that motherf*ckin' heat (Heavy heat)
On every single block on every single street (Every street)
It's a Thug n*gga (Thug Life)
When you see the police n*gga put up the middle finger
Cause ain't no love n*gga (Ain't no love)
That's how we do it in the ghet-to (All Day)
Thought you knew n*gga (These n*ggas don't know tell 'em tho)
Hehahah Young Thugs bay-bay (Tell 'em n*ggas up)
Heheey if n*ggas got gats heha (If ya got one)
Put one in the chamber n*gga (Put one in the chamber)
That's how we do it (Can't do nothin' without one in the chamber)
Stay strapped stay ready
Heheey but throw your motherf*ckin' hands up
If it's just a fist fight n*gga
(Fist fight n*gga don't be no Thug n*gga throw them thangs n*gga)
And handle it like a muthaf*ckin' Thug
Don't be no busta and be runnin' for the trunk like a sucka
(Like the mohertf*ckin' old school suckas)
That's not how we do things around here on Thug Block (Right right)
On Thug block n*gga we throw it from the shoulders (All day)
Hehu we always drop boulders 'cause we soldiers (That's right)
That's how we do it (That's right n*gga)
And if you a sucka you gon' be a quick-runnin' for the gun ass n*gga
(That's a sucka free)
Cause you need that trigga to feel bigga (That's a sucka fool)
But y'know I'm pull yo hoe card (Quick right fast)
Young Thugs Thug Life (Believe that)
(Out '95 money makin' Thug Life biatch)