2 Pac - Stay True Lyrics
(tupac)Yah nigga, drop the top on your mutha*****in rideThis how we do it on the west coast baabbbyRollin down the four o fiveGettin highWhite boys done wrecked their shitTryin to check my rideI aint being bootsyCrusin in a six-o impalaDrivin like Im in a hoopteeCar full of ballin capsKeep yo hand on the strapAnd take all the crapsNiggas know my steel-loAll legitBut Im drappedLike a nigga movin kiloShit dont stopCuz I can make that ass dropMake the front popAnd hit the three wheel motionAll dayHit the freewayTake it easy, uhhLets slideAnd pick-up some hoochiesRideRight back to the moviesHighTalking back to the screen drinkin liquorHavin big dreams of gettin richerIm livin thatChorus (4x) (tupac)Thug life, yall know the rulesGotta do whatcha gotta do (stay true)Big stretch represent the real niggaFlex, live squad and this mutha *****er catch wreck(stretch)Thug lifeSharp as a roughneckShakin the dice, we roll long, aint nothin niceSo the vice wanna follow us around (raize up)Got em runnin as we clown thru the town (blaze up)Another one, had to throw another gunDont need another caseYou can see it on my face sonBut I aint fallin yetAnd I gotta give a shout to where my ball is at(tupac)Mophreme tell em why the hoes dreamGettin high off a nigga like a dope fiend(mophreme)Cuz Im non-stop, and Im always hustlinTwenty four seven, aint nothin buckBut when a young gs flippin keys for a livinTry to make a mill off the time Im givinTrippinMadIm crazyCant nobody fade meAnd I been goin insane latelyAnd everybody tryin ta hold me backIm about to snapYou better move backYou know I led a.....Chorus (4x) (tupac)Thug life, yall know the rulesGotta do whatcha gotta do (stay true)Maaaannnn, I dont worry about the five-oIf they start,Cuz its all about survivalJust stay smartKeep your mind on your bank rollAlwaysStay ahead of these stank hosThese daysIts an all out rat raceAnd look at meee just caught another cat caseThat makes threeMy laywers getting cash up the assDont even askWhy Im buck wild ?Dont smileDont laughTo the young gs comin upPeep gameDont let the money make you changeOr act strangeStay brokeIts all in together nowKeep pumping loudTill the crowdBring the top downIs that tupac thug life ?Hell yahTry to dirty up my nameBut its still hereWhich way do I turn ?Im strappedLost in the stormI cant turn backWith that...Chorus (4x) (tupac)Thug life, yall know the rulesGotta do whatcha gotta do (stay true)
