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2 Pac - Thug Style Lyrics

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  • (intro)
  • ***** 2pac that nigga aint shit
  • That nigga aint from muh*****in new york
  • That nigga be out there with them cali niggas
  • Yo nigga man ***** pac that nigga west coast
  • That *****er that always with them new york niggas
  • Seen them with that nigga man that nigga aint from the west coast
  • Man ***** pac ***** that nigga that nigga aint really down
  • Rapin ass nigga I didnt do it ***** it with that nigga
  • ***** that nigga man ***** that nigga let that nigga go to jail right
  • And ***** that nigga ***** that nigga ***** you too nigga
  • 2pac- (overlapping)
  • Im in this mutha*****a
  • I guess these mutha*****as tryin to take me out the business right
  • I guess I aint east coast enough for my niggas back in new york
  • And I aint west coast for these niggas on the west huh?
  • ***** erybody
  • Heh heh heh...
  • Thug style out this mutha*****a niggas throw ya hands in the air
  • If you got jeep make ya speakers pop
  • I want mutha*****ing police trying to pull niggas over on this one
  • We taking this one to the whole nother level gutter style thug style
  • You feel me, things that we can only do as a real g
  • We aint dead yet, feel me!!
  • I got my hennessy find ya foes
  • In a room full of niggas tryin to hide ya hoes
  • Im getting high off buddha
  • cause the times be slow
  • I keep my mind on dough
  • You never find me broke
  • And who meee a nigga livin life like a g
  • In that artillery keepin niggas off of me
  • I cant sleep living in these wicked times
  • Peep, niggas after me cause they see Im stacking gs and heat
  • You can holler if you want to pleeease
  • I aint runnin with no punk crew beeee
  • Enemies and my range is on
  • Youre in the danger zone
  • My *****in game is strong, hotline
  • You suckas better find ya mind I got mine
  • From hustling and busting them rhymes
  • To my niggas up in quentin
  • Down on rikers isle stay rile
  • But a nigga gotta use his styles
  • These,
  • (chorus)
  • Niggas dont know my style
  • Quick to smile juvenile
  • Was a problem child
  • Try to put me in the courts
  • But my force was wild
  • *****made ass niggas dont know my style
  • These,
  • Niggas dont know my style
  • Quick to smile juvenile
  • Was a problem child
  • Try to put me in the courts
  • But my force was wild
  • *****made ass niggas dont know my style
  • I could be wrong but I never got along with cops
  • Its like they stuck
  • From making niggas duck from glocks all the time
  • My minds full of thoughts of ends
  • Im still rolling my bucket but I bought me a benz (tadow)
  • My fake friends say they love me but I know they lie
  • Cause in the dark see they hearts full of homicide
  • My mama cried when they took me off to jail
  • Only me inside the cell
  • Straight locked up in this hell
  • I hear some sucka screaming like the demons inside
  • Will em away in the morning
  • Only the strong survive
  • I cry but in my own way
  • Swallow my pride pick a reason to hide
  • From all the niggas that die (rest in peace)
  • Cemetary full of brothers I buried
  • Its going down even now I wonder
  • Will I still be around my hometown is the gutter
  • I was born a wild came up out this dust
  • With my heartless style
  • These,
  • (chorus)
  • I remember uptown huh got to get to listenin
  • To mr. magic cuttin up the hits
  • And even though I had habit makin words rhyme
  • I was caught up in the madness
  • Juvenile thugs come on
  • I tell the whole story nothin but truth
  • Halloween throwin eggs from the project roofs
  • And pete and lee young gs
  • With a gift of gab and tryin to hook up with the hookers
  • Who was quick to stab remember mamas cooking
  • No school straight hookin
  • And tryin to get with light skinned
  • Cause she good looking
  • And jumpin over turnstiles cause we aint paying
  • Call the cuties cuss words but we only playing (biatch)
  • Im prayin I can get a buck no luck
  • I had to move around a lot
  • cause my moms was stuck
  • I had family but I was way too wild
  • Had to move to the west to regain my style
  • These,
  • (chorus till fade...)

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