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letra de 2pac ft. eazy e - still dre remix (thug 4 life) - 2tenrecords

(2pac)
mobbin’ like a motherf-cker, stuck
can you picture a middle finger out the window, gettin’ f-cked
off liquor; get loaded, can’t control it
n-gga, pass me the blunt and let me roll it
you get the bozack to the ho-stack, that’s for sho’, black
so 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, soon bounced to a ki’
you gotta watch your back, stay strapped, be alert
started as a young motherf-cker 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 motherf-ckers wanna have fun
stuck in, buckin’ my motherf-ckin’ magnum
what does it take to be a g?
silence is a must, violence is a plus
bust shots at my adversaries, them n-ggas scurry
pick a spot to be buried, ‘cause i’ll be buckin’ in a f-ckin’ hurry

[hook]
thug for life, high ’til i die
when them stupid-ass b-tches ask why, tell ’em
shootin’ crooked ass cops, let me fry
do or die, to my brothers in the penitentiary
raise h-ll, when them n-ggas mention me

thug for life, high ’til i die
when them stupid-ass b-tches ask why, tell ’em
thug for life, high ’til i die
when them stupid-ass b-tches ask why, tell ’em
thug for life, high ’til i die
when them stupid-ass b-tches ask why

(eazy e)
some motherf-cker’s gotta die!
i’m an evil motherf-cker ready to tear sh-t up
i’m gonna put these things on you, and never let up
see, my momma…she was wrong when i was born
that a n-gga like e should’a never been born
too late, big mistake in ’72
it’s ’92, now the year of code blue
15 hours..11 minutes..30 seconds
i’m a motherf-ckin’ wreck
gonna pay back n-ggas who did me wrong in the past
my days ain’t long
i’m comin’ strong and fast
lock up 8 n-ggs..k!ll up 10 pigs
innocent and f-ckers are also dyin, too
now what else can i do?
f-ck, f-ck, f-ck and plant my seeds
leavin’ kids in this world like me
the lunatic psycho m-th-rf-cka eazy-e

[hook]
thug for life, high ’til i die
when them stupid-ass b-tches ask why, tell ’em
thug for life, high ’til i die
when them stupid-ass b-tches ask why, tell ’em
thug for life, high ’til i die
when them stupid-ass b-tches ask why

(2pac)
game thicker than most of these tricks
i got my mind on makin’ money
but you stuck on these fake b-tches
and jealous motherf-ckers can’t see
that’s it’s the fame that causes
these stupid b-tches to pass the p-ssy free
so tell me, why you sweat a motherf-cker like me?
a young n-gga tryin’ to hustle up some g’s
you p-ssy-ass playa hatin’ hoes
freakin’ down on n-ggas, jumpin’ around at the shows
and you the first motherf-cker to jump
to the trunk when it’s time for funk, little trick-ass punk
thug motherf-ckers don’t die
we get high and we multiply, motherf-cker
give a holla to my n-ggas in the bay
i’m livin’ in l.a., still clutchin’ on my ak

[outro]
thug for life, beyatch!

- 2tenrecords

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