2pac - Thug Life (2Pac Version) lyrics

[2Pac] k**, k**, k** k**, k**, k** [Verse 1] Raised by thugs schooled by k**az I learned mathematics from big time dealers So how the f** these n***as see a n***a fallin' Pop the Glock s**as plottin' on a playa cuz he's ballin' Up early in the mornin' 4 deep Creepin' in my jeep, n***a real thugs don't sleep You'll never k** a real g, feel me How many cops gotta drop 'fore they k** me Murder in the mutha f**in worst way Turned to a k**a on my 21st birthday Boom, boom, on a crooked cop, drop that Livin' like a thug till them n***as get the block back Oh sh**, deep in motion Till we get a grip, my mutha f**az won't quit Livin' that Thug Life! Tryin' to make a million of that drug life I got a Glock named cop k**a So read the papers, another cop caught the vapors Might spend a little time with a b**h let her (go ho?) I'm married to the jungle, I live the Thug Life [Chorus] Born in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop k**a I live the Thug Life Born in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop k**a Thug Life Born in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop k**a Thug Life Born in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop k**a Thug Life Born in the ghetto as a street thug (How You Livin'?), labeled as a cop k**a Thug Life Born in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop k**a Thug Life Born in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop k**a [Verse 2] I hear they dream to hit chronic Run with a wild bunch Thinkin' of dead n***as that i knew that died young Is there a heaven for a n***a up to no good Or is it another f**in' hood I'm havin' talks with my n***a little g from down the street And the n***a been dead for three weeks I'm goin' crazy Damn is a n***a loc'd Finger on the trigger, tryin' not to get smoked Rollin' through the hood with my (flosish?) n***as keep my finger on the trigger cuz I'm hopeless What's wrong with a n***a comin' up Makin' mo bucks that's why them hoes f** Had enough of these punks, thug for life Can't stand b**hes now f** the right I told you once you can't trust her Don't go out like a busta, f**a! Money bring b**hes, b**hes bring lies Hoes get horny and mutha f**az die Never turn your back on the game I'll be lettin' off shots till the sh** change I live the Thug Life! [Chorus+ Outro] Born in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop k**a Born in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop k**a Born in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop k**a Born in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop k**a Born in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop k**a Born in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop k**a Born in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop k**a Born in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop k**a Born in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop k**a [?]