2Pac (Thug Life) Lyrics

Got Me In This Bitch Hallucinating

Young nigga like I'm 2Pac

Thug life

All my niggas running from the Task Force

Drug life

Everybody asking what's it's going for

2 pac

Young nigga gone keep on him like 2 Glocks

Extensions AR hit a nigga from a distance

Can I get witness

Texaco always be preaching

They thank a young nigga religious

Push weight like LA Fitness

Lil hoe a bird they flock like pigeons

Can't crash out bout these bitches

Stuffing these hunnids' inside of these britches

Young niggas with cutters this shit can get vicious

I really come from a place

Where these niggas the devil

And all of these bitches be wicked

I really trapped with the bags of gas

Lil nigha don't pull up

Less' you want a fifty

Pew, drum hold a fifty

Pew, on the block

We see twelve and we dipping

Gucci belt just to hold up my britches

I'm rolling exotic

Hit hard like some whiskey

Pole on me no Magic

Body's dropping Onyx

These niggas playing

And all these hoes

Want is some bundles

He serving p's

He told the plug go head runnem'

He put on Soulja' Ree's

But he ride with that K like he Osama

On the block it get hot

Like some Timbs in the summer

I'm the truth in the booth

I put that on my momma

Just stay out the way

I can't keep up with drama

AR with the drum hoe

I feel like a drummer

If he get out of line

He get hit with the llama

In the trap day and night

Just to fuck up the summer

All of these zeros

And all of these commas

Hit the block with the fire

It heat up like a sauna

Police tryna take all my family

Fuck Twelve we ain't did shit

Free my niggas out the slammer

Man I know they miss they children

If I get that lil hoe number

She gone top me like a helmet

Came way up from a runner

Now these labels talking million

I'm Texaco

Cause' all I know is all gas

Can't see the opps

I'm going blind

Blood in my eyes

The same ones that doubted me

They say they proud of me

Gotta watch just how you move

Like you hit the lottery

Uh uh uh

Thug life

All my niggas running from the Task Force

Drug life

Everybody asking what's it's going for

2 pac

Young nigga gone keep on him like 2 Glocks

Extensions

AR hit a nigga from a distance

Can i get witness

Texaco always be preaching

They thank a young nigga religious

Push weight like LA Fitness

Lil hoe a bird they flock like pigeons

Can't crash out bout these bitches

Stuffing these hunnids' inside of my britches

Young niggas with cutters this shit can get vicious