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2pac & biggie smalls - thug life كلمات الأغنية

uh, pain
pain
dancing on the beat
pain
(2pac) verse:

they’ll never take me alive, im getting high with my hou five. c-cked on these suckas, time to die
even as a youngster causin’ ruckus on the back of the bus
i was a fool all through high school, kickin’ up dust
but now i’m labeled as a troublemaker; who can you blame?
smokin’ weed helped me take away the pain
so i’m hopeless rollin’ down the freeway swervin’, don’t worry
i’m about to crash up on the curb ’cause my vision’s blurry
maybe if they tried to understand me; what should i do?
i had to feed my f-ckin’ family; what else could i do
but be a thug? out slangin’ with the homies
f-ck hangin’ with them phonies in the club!
got my mind on danger; never been a stranger to homicide
my city’s full of gang bangers and drive bys
why do we die at an early age?
he was so young but still a victim of the 12 gauge
my memories of a corpse, mind full of sick thoughts
and i ain’t goin back to court, so f-ck what you thought!
i’m drinkin’ hennessey, runnin’ from my enemies
will i live to be 23? there’s so much pain

there’s so much pain

( biggie smalls ) verse:

i got seven mac-11’s, about eight .38’s
nine 9’s, ten mac-10’s the sh-ts never end
you can’t touch my riches
even if you had mc hammer and them 357 b-tches
biggie smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht
the two weed spots, the two hot glocks
huh, that’s how i got the weed spot
i shot dread in the head, took the bread and the lamb spread
lil’ gotti got the shotty to your body
so don’t resist or you might miss christmas
i tote guns, i make number runs
i give mcs the runs dripping
when i throw my clip in the ak, i slay from far away
everybody hit the d-e-c-k
my slow flows remarkable, peace to matteo
now we smoke weed like tony montana sniff the yayo
that’s crazy blunts, mad l’s
my voice excels from the avenue to jail cells
oh my god i’m dropping sh-t like a pigeon
i hope you’re listening, smacking babies at they christening
so you better grab your pistol
’cause if you sit still, i’m gonna make your f-cking sh-t spill
and i’m talking ’bout buckets, why did i have to do it?
sadat said f-ck it, they got a gun, n-gga bust it

(2pac) verse:

i’m loc’ed, ready to get my slug on
and i load my clip and slip my motherf-ckin’ gloves on
i ain’t scared to blast on these suckas if they test me
trust – i got my glock c-cked, playa, if they press me
bust – on motherf-ckers with a p-ssion
better duck, ’cause i ain’t looking when i’m blastin’
i’m a nut, and drinkin’ hennessey and gettin’ high
on the lookout for my enemies, don’t wanna die
tell me why, ’cause this stress is gettin’ major
a buck 50 across the face with my razor
what can i do but be a thug until i’m dead and gone?
keep my brain on the game and stay head strong
these sorry b-st-rds want to k!ll me in my sleep
i’m real they cannot see
and everyday is just a struggle, steady thuggin’ on the streets
and i’ll be ballin’, loc, don’t let ’em make you worry
keep swingin’ at these suckas till you buried
i was born to raise h-ll, a n-gga from the gutta
word to mother i’m trapped, i’m kickin’ dust up, ready to bust
i’m on the scene, steady muggin’ mean until they k!ll me
i’ll be livin this life, i know you feel me; there’s so much pain
there’s so much pain… there’s so much pain

- 2pac biggie smalls

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