[Intro:]
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Ha ha ha...fuck all y'all...fuck all y'all...I don't need nobody
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Fuck 'em...Fuck all y'all
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[Verse 1]
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Money gone fuck friends
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I need a homie that know me
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when all these muthafuckin' cops be on me
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I got problems ain't nobody calling back
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now what the fuck is happenin' with my ballin' cats
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Remember me I'm ya homie that was down to brawl
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Sippin' Hennessy hanging with the clowns and
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all we used to do is drink brew, screw and common knew
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we had bitches by the dozens oh we fuckin' cousins
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You can throw ya middle finger if ya feel me loc
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a nigga just got paid and we still was broke
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It took time but finally the cash was mine
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all the rewards of a hustler stuck in the grind
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Look around and all I see is snakes and faces
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like scavengers waitin' to take a hustler's pape's
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and when you stuck where the fuck is all ya friends
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They straight busted and can't be trusted fuck y'all
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[Chorus]
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Fuck all y'all [2x]
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[Verse 2]
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I'm sippin' Tanqueray and juice and what's the use
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cause I'm a hopeless thug
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Ain't no love reminiscing on how close we was
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way back in the day before they put the crack in the way
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and heeyyy how much money can you stack in a day
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It's gettin' rough collect calls from my niggas in court
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I recollect we used to ball now just living's enough
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I stand tall in the winter summer spring or fall
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Thug for life scrawled all across the wall
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and all about my dollars make me wanna holla
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drop an album sell a million give a fuck about tomorrow
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I know it's gettin' crazy after dark
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these marks keep on huffin' and puffin'
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ain't no fear in my heart
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What's going on in the ghetto still struggle and strive
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I still roll with the heater smokin' chocolate thai
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In 94 I'll be going solo
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too many problems with my own
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so I'm rolling do-do
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Fuck all y'all
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[Chorus 3x]
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[Verse 3]
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I went from rags to riches quick
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to socializing with the baddest bitches
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went from a bucket to a rag with switches
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I'm seein' death around the corner
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I'm bumpin' Gloriaaaa doin' 90 'cause I wanna
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I'm getting high like I said it with some chocolate thai
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mixed with some indonesia watch me fly
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And even though I know the cops behind me
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hit the weed and uh I continue doing 90 (Biotch)
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will I get caught another ticket get to kick it in court
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Fuck the law give a shit I'm even worse than before
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I know they wanna see a nigga buried
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but I ain't worried still throwing these thangs
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got me locked in these chains
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and hey nigga what the fuck is you wailin' 'bout
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soon as I hit the cell I'll be bailin' out
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And when I hit the streets I'm in a rush to ball
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I'm screaming Thug Life nigga fuck y'all
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[Repeat of intro]
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Fuck All Y'all
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| 2Pac |
