Lirik Lagu Thug Style - 2Pac
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Intro:
Fuck 2Pac that nigga ain't shitthat nigga ain't from muhfuckin' New YorkThat nigga be out there with them Cali niggasYo nigga man fuck Pac that nigga West Coastthat fucker that always with them New York niggasseen them with that nigga man that nigga ain't from the West CoastMan fuck Pac fuck that nigga that nigga ain't really downrapin' ass nigga I didn't do it fuck it with that niggafuck that nigga man fuck that nigga let that nigga go to jail rightand fuck that nigga fuck that nigga fuck you too nigga
2Pac (overlapping)I'm in this muthafuckaI guess these muthafuckas tryin' to take me out the business rightI guess I ain't East Coast enough for my niggas back in New Yorkand I ain't West Coast for these niggas on the West huh?Fuck e'rybody
Heh heh heh...Thug style out this muthafucka niggas throw ya hands in the airIf you got Jeep make ya speakers popI want muthafucking police trying to pull niggas over on this oneWe taking this one to the whole 'nother level gutter style Thug styleYou feel me, things that we can only do as a real GWe ain't dead yet, feel me!!
Verse 1
I got my Hennessy find ya foesin a room full of niggas tryin' to hide ya hoesI'm getting high off buddha'Cause the times be slowI keep my mind on doughyou never find me brokeand who meee a nigga livin' life like a Gin that artillery keepin' niggas off of meI can't sleep living in these wicked timespeep, niggas after me 'cause they see I'm stacking G's and heatYou can holler if you want to pleeeaseI ain't runnin' with no punk crew beeeeenemies and my range is onyou're in the danger zonemy fuckin' game is strong, HotlineYou suckas better find ya mind I got minefrom hustling and busting them rhymesto my niggas up in QuentinDown on Riker's Isle stay rileBut a nigga gotta use his stylesThese,
Chorus
Niggas don't know my stylequick to smile juvenileWas a problem childtry to put me in the courtsBut my force was wildBitchmade ass niggas don't know my styleThese,Niggas don't know my stylequick to smile juvenileWas a problem childtry to put me in the courtsBut my force was wildBitchmade ass niggas don't know my style
Verse 2
I could be wrong but I never got along with copsit's like they stuckfrom making niggas duck from Glocks all the timemy mind's full of thoughts of endsI'm still rolling my bucket but I bought me a Benz (tadow)My fake friends say they love me but I know they liecause in the dark see they hearts' full of homicideMy mama cried when they took me off to jailonly me inside the cellStraight locked up in this hellI hear some sucka screaming like the demon's insidewill 'em away in the morningOnly the strong surviveI cry but in my own waySwallow my pride pick a reason to hidefrom all the niggas that die (Rest in Peace)cemetary full of brothers I buriedIt's going down even now I wonderwill I still be around my hometown is the gutterI was born a wild came up out this dustwith my heartless styleThese,
Chorus
Verse 3
I remember Uptown huh got to get to listenin'to Mr. Magic cuttin' up the hitsand even though I had habit makin' words rhymeI was caught up in the madnessJuvenile thugs come onI tell the whole story nothin' but truthHalloween throwin' eggs from the project roofsand Pete and Lee young G'swith a gift of gab and tryin' to hook up with the hookerswho was quick to stab remember mama's cookingNo school straight hookin'and tryin' to get with light skinnedcause she good lookingAnd jumpin' over turnstiles 'cause we ain't payingcall the cuties cuss words but we only playing (biotch)I'm prayin' I can get a buck no luckI had to move around a lot'cause my moms was stuckI had family but I was way too wildhad to move to the West to regain my styleThese,
Chorus 'til end with ad libs
Fuck 2Pac that nigga ain't shitthat nigga ain't from muhfuckin' New YorkThat nigga be out there with them Cali niggasYo nigga man fuck Pac that nigga West Coastthat fucker that always with them New York niggasseen them with that nigga man that nigga ain't from the West CoastMan fuck Pac fuck that nigga that nigga ain't really downrapin' ass nigga I didn't do it fuck it with that niggafuck that nigga man fuck that nigga let that nigga go to jail rightand fuck that nigga fuck that nigga fuck you too nigga
2Pac (overlapping)I'm in this muthafuckaI guess these muthafuckas tryin' to take me out the business rightI guess I ain't East Coast enough for my niggas back in New Yorkand I ain't West Coast for these niggas on the West huh?Fuck e'rybody
Heh heh heh...Thug style out this muthafucka niggas throw ya hands in the airIf you got Jeep make ya speakers popI want muthafucking police trying to pull niggas over on this oneWe taking this one to the whole 'nother level gutter style Thug styleYou feel me, things that we can only do as a real GWe ain't dead yet, feel me!!
Verse 1
I got my Hennessy find ya foesin a room full of niggas tryin' to hide ya hoesI'm getting high off buddha'Cause the times be slowI keep my mind on doughyou never find me brokeand who meee a nigga livin' life like a Gin that artillery keepin' niggas off of meI can't sleep living in these wicked timespeep, niggas after me 'cause they see I'm stacking G's and heatYou can holler if you want to pleeeaseI ain't runnin' with no punk crew beeeeenemies and my range is onyou're in the danger zonemy fuckin' game is strong, HotlineYou suckas better find ya mind I got minefrom hustling and busting them rhymesto my niggas up in QuentinDown on Riker's Isle stay rileBut a nigga gotta use his stylesThese,
Chorus
Niggas don't know my stylequick to smile juvenileWas a problem childtry to put me in the courtsBut my force was wildBitchmade ass niggas don't know my styleThese,Niggas don't know my stylequick to smile juvenileWas a problem childtry to put me in the courtsBut my force was wildBitchmade ass niggas don't know my style
Verse 2
I could be wrong but I never got along with copsit's like they stuckfrom making niggas duck from Glocks all the timemy mind's full of thoughts of endsI'm still rolling my bucket but I bought me a Benz (tadow)My fake friends say they love me but I know they liecause in the dark see they hearts' full of homicideMy mama cried when they took me off to jailonly me inside the cellStraight locked up in this hellI hear some sucka screaming like the demon's insidewill 'em away in the morningOnly the strong surviveI cry but in my own waySwallow my pride pick a reason to hidefrom all the niggas that die (Rest in Peace)cemetary full of brothers I buriedIt's going down even now I wonderwill I still be around my hometown is the gutterI was born a wild came up out this dustwith my heartless styleThese,
Chorus
Verse 3
I remember Uptown huh got to get to listenin'to Mr. Magic cuttin' up the hitsand even though I had habit makin' words rhymeI was caught up in the madnessJuvenile thugs come onI tell the whole story nothin' but truthHalloween throwin' eggs from the project roofsand Pete and Lee young G'swith a gift of gab and tryin' to hook up with the hookerswho was quick to stab remember mama's cookingNo school straight hookin'and tryin' to get with light skinnedcause she good lookingAnd jumpin' over turnstiles 'cause we ain't payingcall the cuties cuss words but we only playing (biotch)I'm prayin' I can get a buck no luckI had to move around a lot'cause my moms was stuckI had family but I was way too wildhad to move to the West to regain my styleThese,
Chorus 'til end with ad libs
