Ma-ah-an, it ain't easy
They got me goin cold-hearted
Probation, violation, incarceration
Frustration, you know
f*** that, n**** d*** near bouts to start basin
It's hard! Hard on a n**** {*coughing*}
Hard on a n**** (yeah it is, yeah it is)
{*whispered*} Kill kill kill, murder murder murder
Watch out n****!
Chorus: Now tell me do you see
Life's so hard on a n**** when you livin like a G
(repeat 2X)
[Tupac - chorus 2X throughout]
Daz in this m***********
Alright bwoy, drop that s***
Whassup man? Always listen to that s***?
That thug criminal s***? Peep game n****, peep game, feel me
[Verse One]
Travel through my mind am I blind it's a shame
Young n***** gettin murdered straight took out the game
As I sit here puffin on a cigarette
Gotta be ready, never know who's plottin on a n***** death
These are the rough times, best to hurry up
and duck muh'f***** 'fore I buck mine
It's gettin crazy and everybody's strapped
Surrounded by n***** but nary a m*********** down to watch my back
These are the b**** made n*****, you been played n****
While you starvin and broke they pullin six figures
Oooh, what can you do
when you can't trust your crew, time to bust out the wenty-two
Boo-yaow! Ran out of weed, so I'm sippin
on this Hennesey, tell me, do you feel me?
Heyyy, I have no remorse
as I take another sip of my liquor and spit my sick thoughts, oooh
[Chorus]
[Verse Two]
Thuggin to the fullest, got my strap, I'ma pull it
I'm the first muh'f***** that can outrun a bullet
It's them Thug Life n***** and we don't like tricks
Got these punk wannabes and they jockin like b******
Now my riches is gettin hoes on it's own
f*** a mystery, do you wanna get with me, then let's bone
I'ma take her to my hideout, cause I'm smokin that spinach
and stayin strong to the finish and then I ride out
See you on the freeway, sorry baby
but I gotta call my homey see what he say
I ain't got no time, I gotta get mine
I keep my mind on my loot, I'll shoot everytime
And ain't no way I'ma let b**** made n**** worry me
Catch me slippin, empty the clip and bury me
Hell nah n**** have to plug me twice
Ain't no slippin when you Thug for Life, m*********** can you see?
[Chorus 2X]
[Verse Three]
Never bow down let these other b****** crawl
I'm a Thug m*********** and these Thugs only ball
Ain't no half steppin here, from the cradle to the grave
I'm a muhfuckin fool, but I choose to get paid
Now my pockets gettin empty, and I'm panicked in a fright
Me and my b**** named Nina are fiendin tonight
Ain't nobody livin safe, got a plot, and I'm stressin
All I want, is my muh'f***** money, ain't no question
Don't try to stall little trick, cause we hit
So bring in the scissors and get to clippin at his d***
I'd rather die young than die old and broke
That's why I stay drunk, and I constantly smoke
My memories as a youngsta, hangin with the homies
But now I'm doin bad and them b****** don't know me (Who? Who?)
But playa haters can't fade me (Why?)
Cause this is Thug Life n**** and we're crazy, tell me do you see?
[Chorus 2X]
[Verse Four]
Yeah, constantly runnin from danger ain't no stranger to cop cars
Gettin arrested and tested wearin a vest and don't drop my guards
My life is hectic my homies send mail from jail
n***** in Hell got some horrible stories to tell
I'm catchin cases and still tryin to stack a grip
The IRS is tryin to stress off a n***** s***
A young n**** never had a prayer to prevail
And all my peers doin years locked up in jail
What can I do, stay strapped, get a bigger crew
And creep around with them Dogg Pound n***** too
And now we rich ain't no b**** than can touch us
And it's a trip, how we clown, when we f*** s****
Bust nuts then I cut, that's my new thang
And m************ got on do-rags
[Chorus 2X]
Can I get paid, can I get paid, can I m*********** get paid
n**** can work for his money all m*********** day and
still never see a piece of it, you understand me?
It's not about the nice guy
It's bout the hardworkin m*********** Thug n****
If you ain't a Thug n****, you ain't really doin nothin
(Chorus repeats in background)
You ain't really makin nothin
These m*********** po-po's and these pink folks
got it all locked up for us to fail
See how they did O.J., and they doin n***** like that all day
So if you don't watch your m*********** stack
believe me, this could be your last breath...
They got me goin cold-hearted
Probation, violation, incarceration
Frustration, you know
f*** that, n**** d*** near bouts to start basin
It's hard! Hard on a n**** {*coughing*}
Hard on a n**** (yeah it is, yeah it is)
{*whispered*} Kill kill kill, murder murder murder
Watch out n****!
Chorus: Now tell me do you see
Life's so hard on a n**** when you livin like a G
(repeat 2X)
[Tupac - chorus 2X throughout]
Daz in this m***********
Alright bwoy, drop that s***
Whassup man? Always listen to that s***?
That thug criminal s***? Peep game n****, peep game, feel me
[Verse One]
Travel through my mind am I blind it's a shame
Young n***** gettin murdered straight took out the game
As I sit here puffin on a cigarette
Gotta be ready, never know who's plottin on a n***** death
These are the rough times, best to hurry up
and duck muh'f***** 'fore I buck mine
It's gettin crazy and everybody's strapped
Surrounded by n***** but nary a m*********** down to watch my back
These are the b**** made n*****, you been played n****
While you starvin and broke they pullin six figures
Oooh, what can you do
when you can't trust your crew, time to bust out the wenty-two
Boo-yaow! Ran out of weed, so I'm sippin
on this Hennesey, tell me, do you feel me?
Heyyy, I have no remorse
as I take another sip of my liquor and spit my sick thoughts, oooh
[Chorus]
[Verse Two]
Thuggin to the fullest, got my strap, I'ma pull it
I'm the first muh'f***** that can outrun a bullet
It's them Thug Life n***** and we don't like tricks
Got these punk wannabes and they jockin like b******
Now my riches is gettin hoes on it's own
f*** a mystery, do you wanna get with me, then let's bone
I'ma take her to my hideout, cause I'm smokin that spinach
and stayin strong to the finish and then I ride out
See you on the freeway, sorry baby
but I gotta call my homey see what he say
I ain't got no time, I gotta get mine
I keep my mind on my loot, I'll shoot everytime
And ain't no way I'ma let b**** made n**** worry me
Catch me slippin, empty the clip and bury me
Hell nah n**** have to plug me twice
Ain't no slippin when you Thug for Life, m*********** can you see?
[Chorus 2X]
[Verse Three]
Never bow down let these other b****** crawl
I'm a Thug m*********** and these Thugs only ball
Ain't no half steppin here, from the cradle to the grave
I'm a muhfuckin fool, but I choose to get paid
Now my pockets gettin empty, and I'm panicked in a fright
Me and my b**** named Nina are fiendin tonight
Ain't nobody livin safe, got a plot, and I'm stressin
All I want, is my muh'f***** money, ain't no question
Don't try to stall little trick, cause we hit
So bring in the scissors and get to clippin at his d***
I'd rather die young than die old and broke
That's why I stay drunk, and I constantly smoke
My memories as a youngsta, hangin with the homies
But now I'm doin bad and them b****** don't know me (Who? Who?)
But playa haters can't fade me (Why?)
Cause this is Thug Life n**** and we're crazy, tell me do you see?
[Chorus 2X]
[Verse Four]
Yeah, constantly runnin from danger ain't no stranger to cop cars
Gettin arrested and tested wearin a vest and don't drop my guards
My life is hectic my homies send mail from jail
n***** in Hell got some horrible stories to tell
I'm catchin cases and still tryin to stack a grip
The IRS is tryin to stress off a n***** s***
A young n**** never had a prayer to prevail
And all my peers doin years locked up in jail
What can I do, stay strapped, get a bigger crew
And creep around with them Dogg Pound n***** too
And now we rich ain't no b**** than can touch us
And it's a trip, how we clown, when we f*** s****
Bust nuts then I cut, that's my new thang
And m************ got on do-rags
[Chorus 2X]
Can I get paid, can I get paid, can I m*********** get paid
n**** can work for his money all m*********** day and
still never see a piece of it, you understand me?
It's not about the nice guy
It's bout the hardworkin m*********** Thug n****
If you ain't a Thug n****, you ain't really doin nothin
(Chorus repeats in background)
You ain't really makin nothin
These m*********** po-po's and these pink folks
got it all locked up for us to fail
See how they did O.J., and they doin n***** like that all day
So if you don't watch your m*********** stack
believe me, this could be your last breath...