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2pac – life’s so hard كلمات اغاني

[intro]
ma-ah-an, it ain’t easy
they got me goin’ cold-hearted
probation, violation, incarceration, frustration, you know
f-ck that, n-gga, d-mn near about to start basin’
it’s hard, hard on a n-gga (-coughing-)
hard on a n-gga (“yeah, it is. yeah, it is.”)
(-whispered-) k!ll, k!ll, k!ll, murder, murder, murder
watch out, n-gga

[hook: 2pac w/ daz dillinger, snoop doggy dogg]
now tell me do you see
life’s so hard on a n-gga when you livin’ like a g
now tell me do you see
life’s so hard on a n-gga when you livin’ like a g
now tell me do you see
life’s so hard on a n-gga when you livin’ like a g
now tell me do you see
life’s so hard on a n-gga when you livin’ like a g

[collision]
daz in this, motherf-cker
alright boy, drop that sh-t
w-ssup man?
always listen to that sh-t?
that thug criminal sh-t?
peep game, n-gga, peep game
feel me

[verse 1: 2pac]
travel through my mind, am i blind it’s a shame
young n-ggas gettin’ murdered straight took out the game
as i sit here puffin’ on a cigarette
gotta be ready, never know who’s plottin’ on a n-ggas death
these are the rough times, best to hurry up
and duck muh’f-cker ‘fore i buck mine
it’s gettin’ crazy and everybody’s strapped
surrounded by n-ggas but nary a motherf-cker down to watch my back
these are the b-tch made n-ggas, you been played, n-gga
while you starvin’ and broke they pullin’ six figures
oooh, what can you do?
when you can’t trust your crew
time to bust out the twenty-two
boo-yaow!
ran out of weed, so i’m sippin’ on this hennessy
tell me, do you feel me?
hey, i have no remorse
as i take another sip of my liquor and spit my sick thoughts, oooh

[verse 2: 2pac]
thuggin’ to the fullest, got my strap, i’ma pull it
i’m the first muh’f-cker that can outrun a bullet
it’s them thug life n-ggas and we don’t like tricks
got these punk wannabes and they jockin’ like b-tches
now my riches is gettin’ hoes on it’s own
f-ck a mystery, do you wanna get with me, then let’s bone
i’ma take her to my hideout, cause i’m smokin’ that spinach
and stayin’ strong to the finish and then i ride out
see you on the freeway, sorry baby
but i gotta call my homie, see what he say
i ain’t got no time, i gotta get mine
i keep my mind on my loot, i’ll shoot every time
and ain’t no way i’ma let b-tch made n-gga worry me
catch me slippin’, empty the clip and bury me
h-ll nah, n-gga, have to plug me twice
ain’t no slippin’ when you thug for life
motherf-cker, can you see?

[hook: 2pac w/ daz dillinger, snoop doggy dogg]
tell me do you see
life’s so hard on a n-gga when you livin’ like a g
now tell me do you see
life’s so hard on a n-gga when you livin’ like a g
now tell me do you see
life’s so hard on a n-gga when you livin’ like a g
now tell me do you see
life’s so hard on a n-gga when you livin’ like a g

[verse 3: 2pac]
never bow down let these other b-tches crawl
i’m a thug motherf-cker and these thugs only ball
ain’t no half steppin’ here, from the cradle to the grave
i’m a muh’f-ckin’ fool, but i choose to get paid
now my pockets gettin’ empty, and i’m panicked in a fright
me and my b-tch named nina are fiendin’ tonight
ain’t n0body livin’ safe, got a plot and i’m stressin’
all i want is my muh’f-ckin’ money, ain’t no question
don’t try to stall, little trick, cause we hit
so bring in the scissors and get to clippin’ at his d-ck
i’d rather die young than die old and broke
that’s why i stay drunk, and i constantly smoke
my memories as a youngsta, hangin’ with the homies
but now i’m doin’ bad and them b-tches don’t know me (“who? who?”)
but playa haters can’t fade me (“why?”)
cause this is thug life n-gga and we’re crazy
tell me, do you see?

[verse 4: 2pac]
yeah, constantly runnin’ from danger ain’t no stranger to cop cars
gettin’ arrested and tested wearin’ a vest and don’t drop my guards
my life is hectic my homies send mail from jail
n-ggas in h-ll got some horrible stories to tell
i’m catchin’ cases and still tryin’ to stack a grip
the irs is tryin’ to stress off a n-gga’s sh-t
a young n-gga never had a prayer to prevail
and all my peers doin’ years locked up in jail
what can i do, stay strapped, get a bigger crew
and creep around with them dogg pound n-ggas, too
and now we rich ain’t no b-tch that can touch us
and it’s a trip, how we clown, when we f-ck sl-ts
bust nuts then i cut, that’s my new thang
and motherf-ckers got on do-rags

[collision: 2pac]
can i get paid, can i get paid, can i motherf-ckin’ get paid
n-gga can work for his money all motherf-ckin’ day and still never see a piece of it, you understand me?
it’s not about the nice guy
it’s about the hardworkin’ motherf-ckin’ thug n-gga
if you ain’t a thug, n-gga, you ain’t really doin’ nothin’
you ain’t really makin’ nothin’
these motherf-ckin’ po-po’s and these pink folks got it all locked up for us to fail
see how they did o.j., and they doin’ n-ggas like that all day
so, if you don’t watch your motherf-ckin’ stack, believe me, this could be your last breath

- 2pac

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