[Tupac:] Haha Thug for life nigga Can't you read the signs? (Whatchu doin?) Mobbin' like a motherfucker stuck Can you put your middle finger out the window gettin' fucked off - liquor Get loaded can't control it Nigga pass me the blunt and let me roll it You get the bones act to the whole stack That's fo sho black To 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 and bounced to a key You gotta watch your back stay strapped, be alert Started as a young muthafucka 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 muthafuckas wanna have fun Stuck it, buckin' my muthafuckin magnum What does it take to be a G? Silence is a must, violence is a plus Bust, shots at my adversaries Dem niggaz scary best it's time 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 Thug for life, high til I die When them stupid-ass bitches ask why, tell 'em Thug for life, high til I die When them stupid-ass bitches ask why, tell 'em Thug for life, high til I die When them stupid-ass bitches ask why, tell 'em [Notorious B.I.G.] Uhh, uhh, uhh Who the fuck wanna squeeze? My Desert E's make MC's freeze You wakin up in cold sweats, they just dreams You still apologizin, analyzin, my size and your size and Realizin, a fist fight would be asinine You just pop wines I must pop nines Genuine steel piece, nozzle in your grill piece You're shook up, two bricks, every cook up We can hook up, all I see is the future Disrespect, I shoot ya By the way, them bricks, get flipped weekly Sold by soldiers that mix weed with the leak leak Die for a dollar nigga, life ain't sweet Play for keeps wet shirts with experts on the creep Our beef is my fiance, about to marry it Illegal transactions in Farragut with Arabics Why not, they fit twelve up in the bedroom Imagine what they stash is like, make you a classic like My first LP, beef with me is unhealthy Fuck around and get an ul-cer, loose your pulse or Collapsed lung, look how many gats I brung For them homos, still doin promos Break both your legs you're movin slow-mo, got shine to glow mo' Nine hundred and ninety six grams, you need four mo' Thugs for life, high til i die When them stupid ass bitches ask why, tell 'em Thug for life, high til I die When them stupid-ass bitches ask why, tell 'em Thug for life, high til I die When them stupid-ass bitches ask why, tell 'em [Tupac] 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 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 hatin' hoes Freakin' 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 Rest in Peace to my nigga Kato til they bury me, nigga lay low Thugs for Life Thugs for life, high til i die When them stupid ass bitches ask why, tell 'em Thug for life, high til I die When them stupid-ass bitches ask why, tell 'em Thug for life, high til I die When them stupid-ass bitches ask why, tell 'em [Tupac] Thug for life biatch! Yeah nigga, thug life, from now till' the muthafuckin' ever Havenotz in this muthafucka Yeah, and we out