['Pac talking]
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Big Syke, Newt, Hank
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Beugard, Big Sur (yeah)
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Y'all know how this shit go (y'know)
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{All Eyez On Me}
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Motherfuckin O.G.
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Roll up in the club and shit (is that right?)
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{All Eyez On Me}
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{All Eyez On Me}
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But you know what?
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[2Pac]
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I bet you got it twisted you don't know who to trust
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So many playa hating niggaz tryin to sound like us
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Say they ready for the funk, but I don't think they knowin
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Straight to the depths of hell is where those cowards goin
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Well are you still down nigga? Holla when you see me
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And let these devils be sorry for the day they finally freed me
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I got a caravan of niggaz every time we ride (every time we ride)
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Hittin motherfuckers up when we pass by (when we pass by)
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Until I die; live the life of a boss playa
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Cause even when I'm high, fuck with me and get crossed later
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The futures in my eyes, cause all I want is cash and thangs
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A five-double-oh - Benz flauntin flashy rings, uhh
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Bitches pursue me like a dream
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Been know to disappear before your eyes just like a dope fiend
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It seems - my main thang was to be major paid
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The game sharper than a motherfuckin razor blade
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Say money bring bitches, bitches bring lies
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One nigga's gettin jealous, and motherfuckers died
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Depend on me like the first and fifteenth
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They might hold me for a second, but these punks won't get me
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We got foe niggaz, and lowriders, in ski masks
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screamin Thug Life every time they pass {All Eyez On Me}
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Chorus One: 2Pac
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Live the life of a thug nigga, until the day I die
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live the life of a boss playa {All Eyez On Me}
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cause even gettin high.. ..{All Eyez On Me}
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Live the life of a thug nigga, until the day I die
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live the life of a boss playa, cause even gettin high..
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[Syke]
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Heeyyy, to my nigga 'Pac..
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So much trouble in the world, nigga
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Can't nobody feel your pain
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The world's changin everyday, times moving faaast
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My girl said I need a raise, how long will she last?
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I'm caught between my woman, and my pistol, and my chips
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Triple beam, got some smokers on, whistle as I dip
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I'm lost in the land with no plan, livin life flawless
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Crime boss, contraband, let me toss this
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Needy hookers got a lot of nerve, let my bucket swerve
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I'm takin off from the curb
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The nervousness neglect make me pack a tec
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Devoted to servin this, Moet and paaayyy-checks
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Like Akai satellite nigga I'm forever ballin
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It ain't right parasites triggers and fleas crawlin
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Sucker duck and get busted, no emotion
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My devotion is handlin my business nigga keep on coastin
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Where you goin I been there came back as lonely homie
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Steady flowin against the grain niggaz STILL don't know me
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It's about the money in this rap shit, this crap shit
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It ain't funny niggaz don't even know how to act - shit!
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What can I do, what can I say, is there another way?
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Blunts and gin all day, twenty-fo' parlay
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My little homie G, can't you see, I'm busta free
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Niggaz can't stand me - all eyes on me!
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Chorus Two: 2Pac
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I live the life of a thug nigga, until the day I die
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Live the life as a boss playa {All Eyez On Me}
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cause even gettin high {All Eyez On Me}
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I live the life of a thug nigga, until the day I die
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live the life as a boss playa {All Eyez On Me}
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cause even gettin high
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[2Pac]
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The feds is watchin, niggaz plottin to get me
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Will I survive, will I die? Come on let's picture the possibility
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Givin me charges, lawyers makin a grip
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I told the judge I was raised wrong, and that's why I blaze shit
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Was hyper as a kid, cold as a teenager
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On my mobile callin big shots on the scene major
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Packing hundreds in my drawers; fuck the law
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Bitches I fuck with a passion, I'm livin rough and raw
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Catchin cases at a fast rate, ballin in the fast lane
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Hustle til the mornin, never stopped until the cash came
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Live my life as a thug nigga, until the day I die
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Live my life as a boss playa, cause even gettin high
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these niggaz got me tossin shit
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I put the top down, now it's time to floss my shit
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Keep your head up nigga, make these motherfuckers suffe r
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Up in the Benz burnin rubber
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The money is mandatory, the hoes is fully strapped
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This crimina |