2pac

2pac - Life's So Hard lyrics

Ma-ah-an, it ain't easy They got me goin cold-hearted Probation, violation, incarceration Frustration, you know Fuck that, nigga damn near bouts to start basin It's hard! Hard on a nigga *coughing* Hard on a nigga (yeah it is, yeah it is) *whispered* Kill kill kill, murder murder murder Watch out nigga! Chorus: Now tell me do you see Life's so hard on a nigga when you livin like a G (repeat 2X) [Tupac - chorus 2X throughout] Daz in this motherfucker Alright bwoy, drop that shit Whassup man? Always listen to that shit? That ole criminal shit? Peep game nigga, peep game, feel me Verse One: Travel through my mind am I blind it's a shame Young niggaz 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 niggaz death These are the rough times, best to hurry up and duck muhfucker 'fore I buck mine It's gettin crazy and everybody's strapped Surrounded by niggaz but nary a motherfucker down to watch my back These are the bitch made niggaz, you been played nigga 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 Hennesey, tell me, do you feel me? Heyyy, I have no remorse as I take another sip of my liquor and spit my sick thoughts, oooh Chorus Verse Two: Thuggin to the fullest, got my strap, I'ma pull it I'm the first muhfucker that can outrun a bullet It's them Thug Life niggaz, them done like triggers Got these punk wannabes and they jockin like bitches Now my riches is gettin hoe-zone, it's on Fuck 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 homey see what he say I ain't got no time, I gotta get mine I keep my mind on my loot, I'll shoot everytime And ain't no way I'ma let bitch made nigga worry me Catch me slippin, empty the clip and bury me Hell nah nigga have to plug me twice Ain't no slippin when you Thug for Life, motherfucker can you see? Chorus 2X Verse Three: Never bow down let these other bitches crawl I'm a Thug motherfucker and these Thugs only ball Ain't no half steppin here, from the cradle to the grave I'm a muhfuckin fool, but I choose to get paid Now my pockets gettin empty, and I'm panicked in a fright Me and my bitch named Nina are fiendin tonight Ain't nobody livin safe, got a Glock, and I'm stressin All I want is my muhfuckin money, ain't no question Don't try to stall little trick, cause we hit So bring in the scissors and get to clippin that dick 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 bitches don't know me (Who? Who?) But playa haters can't fade me (Why?) Cause this is Thug Life nigga and we're crazy, tell me do you see? Chorus 2X Verse Four: 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 Niggaz in Hell 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 niggaz shit A young nigga 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 niggaz too And now we rich ain't no bitch than can touch us And it's a trip, how we clown, when we fuck sluts Bust nuts then I cut, that's my new thang And motherfuckers got on do-rags Chorus 2X Can I get paid, can I get paid, can I motherfuckin get paid Nigga can work for his money all motherfuckin day and still never see a piece of it, you understand me? It's not about the nice guy It's bout the hardworkin motherfuckin Thug nigga If you ain't a Thug nigga, you ain't really doin nothin (Chorus repeats in background) You ain't really makin nothin These motherfuckin 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 niggaz like that all day So if you don't watch your motherfuckin stack believe me, this could be your last breath... Chorus 2X to fade

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