from Gang Related soundtrack
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Ma-ah-an, it ain't easy
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They got me goin cold-hearted
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Probation, violation, incarceration
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Frustration, you know
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Fuck that, nigga damn near bouts to start basin
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It's hard! Hard on a nigga {*coughing*}
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Hard on a nigga (yeah it is, yeah it is)
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{*whispered*} Kill kill kill, murder murder murder
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Watch out nigga!
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Chorus: Now tell me do you see
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Life's so hard on a nigga when you livin like a G
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(repeat 2X)
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[Tupac - chorus 2X throughout]
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Daz in this motherfucker
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Alright bwoy, drop that shit
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Whassup man? Always listen to that shit?
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That thug criminal shit? Peep game nigga, peep game, feel me
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[Verse One]
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Travel through my mind am I blind it's a shame
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Young niggaz gettin murdered straight took out the game
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As I sit here puffin on a cigarette
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Gotta be ready, never know who's plottin on a niggaz death
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These are the rough times, best to hurry up
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and duck muh'fucker 'fore I buck mine
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It's gettin crazy and everybody's strapped
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Surrounded by niggaz but nary a motherfucker down to watch my back
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These are the bitch made niggaz, you been played nigga
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While you starvin and broke they pullin six figures
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Oooh, what can you do
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when you can't trust your crew, time to bust out the twenty-two
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Boo-yaow! Ran out of weed, so I'm sippin
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on this Hennesey, tell me, do you feel me?
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Heyyy, I have no remorse
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as I take another sip of my liquor and spit my sick thoughts, oooh
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[Chorus]
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[Verse Two]
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Thuggin to the fullest, got my strap, I'ma pull it
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I'm the first muh'fucker that can outrun a bullet
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It's them Thug Life niggaz and we don't like tricks
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Got these punk wannabes and they jockin like bitches
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Now my riches is gettin hoes on it's own
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Fuck a mystery, do you wanna get with me, then let's bone
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I'ma take her to my hideout, cause I'm smokin that spinach
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and stayin strong to the finish and then I ride out
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See you on the freeway, sorry baby
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but I gotta call my homey see what he say
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I ain't got no time, I gotta get mine
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I keep my mind on my loot, I'll shoot everytime
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And ain't no way I'ma let bitch made nigga worry me
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Catch me slippin, empty the clip and bury me
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Hell nah nigga have to plug me twice
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Ain't no slippin when you Thug for Life, motherfucker can you see?
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[Chorus 2X]
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[Verse Three]
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Never bow down let these other bitches crawl
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I'm a Thug motherfucker and these Thugs only ball
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Ain't no half steppin here, from the cradle to the grave
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I'm a muhfuckin fool, but I choose to get paid
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Now my pockets gettin empty, and I'm panicked in a fright
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Me and my bitch named Nina are fiendin tonight
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Ain't nobody livin safe, got a plot, and I'm stressin
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All I want, is my muh'fuckin money, ain't no question
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Don't try to stall little trick, cause we hit
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So bring in the scissors and get to clippin at his dick
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I'd rather die young than die old and broke
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That's why I stay drunk, and I constantly smoke
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My memories as a youngsta, hangin with the homies
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But now I'm doin bad and them bitches don't know me (Who? Who?)
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But playa haters can't fade me (Why?)
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Cause this is Thug Life nigga and we're crazy, tell me do you see?
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[Chorus 2X]
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[Verse Four]
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Yeah, constantly runnin from danger ain't no stranger to cop cars
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Gettin arrested and tested wearin a vest and don't drop my guards
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My life is hectic my homies send mail from jail
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Niggaz in Hell got some horrible stories to tell
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I'm catchin cases and still tryin to stack a grip
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The IRS is tryin to stress off a niggaz shit
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A young nigga never had a prayer to prevail
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And all my peers doin years locked up in jail
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What can I do, stay strapped, get a bigger crew
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And creep around with them Dogg Pound niggaz too
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And now we rich ain't no bitch than can touch us
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And it's a trip, how we clown, when we fuck sluts
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Bust nuts then I cut, that's my new thang
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And motherfuckers got on do-rags
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[Chorus 2X]
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Can I get paid, can I get paid, can I motherfuckin get paid
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Nigga can work for his money all motherfuckin day and
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still never see a piece of it, you understand me?
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It's not about the nice guy
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| It's bout the hardworkin |
