文本歌词

Thugstyle - 2Pac
F**k 2 pac that ni**a ain't sh*t
That ni**a ain't from muhf**kin' new york
That ni**a be out there with them cali niggas
Yo ni**a man f**k 'pac that ni**a west coast
That f**ker that always with them new york niggas
Seen them with that ni**a man that ni**a ain't from the west coast
Man f**k 'pac f**k that ni**a that ni**a ain't really down
Rapin' a** ni**a I didn't do it f**k it with that ni**a
F**k that ni**a man f**k that ni**a let that ni**a go to jail right
And f**k that ni**a f**k that ni**a f**k you too ni**a
I'm in this motherf**ker
I guess I ain't east coast enough for my niggas back in new york
And I ain't west coast for these niggas on the west huh
F**k e'rybody
Thug style out this motherf**ker niggas throw ya hands in the air
If you got jeep make ya speakers pop
I want motherf**kin' police tryin' to pull niggas over on this one
We takin' this one to the whole 'nother level gutter style thug style
You feel me things that we can only do as a real g
We ain't dead yet
Hit me I got my hennessy find ya foes
In a room full of niggas tryin' to hide ya hoes
I'm gettin' high off buddha cause the times be slow
I keep my mind on dough you never find me broke
And who me a ni**a livin' life like a g
In that artillery keepin' niggas off of me
I can't sleep livin' in these wicked times peep
Niggas after me cause they see I'm stackin' g's and heat
You can holler if you want to please
I ain't runnin' with no punk crew be bleed
Enemies and my range is on you're in the danger zone
My f**kin' game is strong now hotline
You suckas better find ya mind I got mine
From hustlin' and bustin' them rhymes
To my niggas up in quentin down on rikers isle
Stay rile but a ni**a gotta use his styles
These niggas don't know my style
Quick to smile juvenile was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross but my force was wild
B**ch made a** niggas don't know my style
These niggas don't know my style
Quick to smile juvenile was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross but my force was wild
B**ch made a** niggas don't know my style
I could be wrong but I never got along with cops
It's like they stuck from makin' niggas duck from glocks
And all the time my mind's full of thoughts of ends
I'm still rollin' my bucket but I bought me a benz tadow
My fake friends say they love me but I know they lie
Cause in the dark see they hearts full of homicide
My mama cried when they took me off to jail
Only me inside the cell straight locked up in this hell
I hear some sucker screamin' like the demon's inside
Will 'em away in the mornin' only the strong survive
Quick to smile juvenile was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross but my force was wild
B**ch made a** niggas don't know my style
These niggas don't know my style
Quick to smile juvenile was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross but my force was wild
B**ch made a** niggas don't know my style
I remember uptown run catch a kiss
Listenin' to Mr. Magic
Cuttin' up the hits and even though I had a habit
Makin' words rhyme I was caught up in the madness
Juvenile thugs come on
I tell the whole story nothin' but truth
Halloween throwin' eggs from the project roofs
And pete and lee young g's with a gift of gab
Tryna hook up with the hookers who was quick to stab remember mama's cookin' no school straight hookin'
And tryin' to get with light skinned cause she good lookin'
And jumpin' over turnstiles cause we ain't payin'