THUG STYLE
[Intro:] 2Pac that nigga ain t shit that nigga ain t from muh in New York That nigga be out there with them Cali niggas Yo nigga man Pac that nigga West Coast that er that always with them New York niggas seen them with that nigga man that nigga ain t from the West Coast Man Pac that nigga that nigga ain t really down rapin ass nigga I didn t do it it with that nigga that nigga man that nigga let that nigga go to jail right and that nigga that nigga you too nigga [2Pac (overlapping)] I m in this mutha a I guess these mutha as tryin to take me out the business right 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? e rybody Heh heh heh
Thug style out this mutha a niggas throw ya hands in the air If you got Jeep make ya speakers pop I want mutha ing police trying to pull niggas over on this one We taking 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
feel me!! [Verse 1] I got my Hennessy find ya foes in a room full of niggas tryin to hide ya hoes I m getting high off buddha Cause the times be slow I keep my mind on dough you never find me broke and who meee a nigga livin life like a G in that artillery keepin niggas off of me I can t sleep living in these wicked times peep
niggas after me cause they see I m stacking G s and heat You can holler if you want to pleeease I ain t runnin with no punk crew beeee enemies and my range is on you re in the danger zone my in game is strong
Hotline You suckas better find ya mind I got mine from hustling and busting them rhymes to my niggas up in Quentin Down on Riker s Isle stay rile But a nigga gotta use his styles These
[Chorus] Niggas don t know my style quick to smile juvenile Was a problem child try to put me in the courts But my force was wild Bitchmade ass 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 courts But my force was wild Bitchmade ass niggas don t know my style [Verse 2] I could be wrong but I never got along with cops it s like they stuck from making niggas duck from Glocks all the time my mind s full of thoughts of ends I m still rolling 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 sucka screaming like the demon s inside will em away in the morning Only the strong survive I cry but in my own way Swallow my pride pick a reason to hide from all the niggas that die (Rest in Peace) cemetary full of brothers I buried It s going down even now I wonder will I still be around my hometown is the gutter I was born a wild came up out this dust with my heartless style These
[Chorus] [Verse 3] I remember Uptown huh got to get to listenin to Mr.
Magic cuttin up the hits and even though I had 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 and tryin to hook up with the hookers who was quick to stab remember mama s cooking No school straight hookin and tryin to get with light skinned cause she good looking And jumpin over turnstiles cause we ain t paying call the cuties cuss words but we only playing (biotch) I m prayin I can get a buck no luck I had to move around a lot cause my moms was stuck I had family but I was way too wild had to move to the West to regain my style These
[Chorus til end with ad libs]
[Intro:] 2Pac that nigga ain t shit that nigga ain t from muh in New York That nigga be out there with them Cali niggas Yo nigga man Pac that nigga West Coast that er that always with them New York niggas seen them with that nigga man that nigga ain t from the West Coast Man Pac that nigga that nigga ain t really down rapin ass nigga I didn t do it it with that nigga that nigga man that nigga let that nigga go to jail right and that nigga that nigga you too nigga [2Pac (overlapping)] I m in this mutha a I guess these mutha as tryin to take me out the business right 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? e rybody Heh heh heh
Thug style out this mutha a niggas throw ya hands in the air If you got Jeep make ya speakers pop I want mutha ing police trying to pull niggas over on this one We taking 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
feel me!! [Verse 1] I got my Hennessy find ya foes in a room full of niggas tryin to hide ya hoes I m getting high off buddha Cause the times be slow I keep my mind on dough you never find me broke and who meee a nigga livin life like a G in that artillery keepin niggas off of me I can t sleep living in these wicked times peep
niggas after me cause they see I m stacking G s and heat You can holler if you want to pleeease I ain t runnin with no punk crew beeee enemies and my range is on you re in the danger zone my in game is strong
Hotline You suckas better find ya mind I got mine from hustling and busting them rhymes to my niggas up in Quentin Down on Riker s Isle stay rile But a nigga gotta use his styles These
[Chorus] Niggas don t know my style quick to smile juvenile Was a problem child try to put me in the courts But my force was wild Bitchmade ass 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 courts But my force was wild Bitchmade ass niggas don t know my style [Verse 2] I could be wrong but I never got along with cops it s like they stuck from making niggas duck from Glocks all the time my mind s full of thoughts of ends I m still rolling 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 sucka screaming like the demon s inside will em away in the morning Only the strong survive I cry but in my own way Swallow my pride pick a reason to hide from all the niggas that die (Rest in Peace) cemetary full of brothers I buried It s going down even now I wonder will I still be around my hometown is the gutter I was born a wild came up out this dust with my heartless style These
[Chorus] [Verse 3] I remember Uptown huh got to get to listenin to Mr.
Magic cuttin up the hits and even though I had 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 and tryin to hook up with the hookers who was quick to stab remember mama s cooking No school straight hookin and tryin to get with light skinned cause she good looking And jumpin over turnstiles cause we ain t paying call the cuties cuss words but we only playing (biotch) I m prayin I can get a buck no luck I had to move around a lot cause my moms was stuck I had family but I was way too wild had to move to the West to regain my style These
[Chorus til end with ad libs]
