2pac - Stay True lyrics
Yeah n***a, drop the top on your muthaf**in' ride This how we do it on the West Coast baby Rollin' down the Four O Five Gettin' high White boys done wrecked their sh** Tryin' to check my ride I ain't being bootsy Crusin' in a Six-o Impala Drivin' like I'm in a Hooptee Car full of ballin' caps Keep yo hand on the strap And take all the craps n***as know my steel-lo, all legit But I'm drapped like a n***a movin' kilo sh** don't stop 'Cuz I can make that a** drop Make the front pop And hit the three wheel motion All day Hit the freeway Take it easy, uhh Let's slide And pick-up some hoochies Ride right back to the movies High talking back to the screen drinkin' liquor Havin' big dreams of gettin' richer, I'm livin' that Thug Life, y'all know the rules Gotta do whatcha gotta do, stay true, yeah Thug Life, y'all know the rules Gotta do whatcha gotta do, stay true, uhh Thug Life, y'all know the rules Gotta do whatcha gotta do, stay true, yeah Thug Life, y'all know the rules Gotta do whatcha gotta do, stay true Big Stretch represent the real n***a Flex, Live squad and this muthaf**er catch wreck Thug Life, sharp as a roughneck Shakin' the dice, we roll long, ain't nothin' nice So the vice wanna follow us around Got 'em runnin' as we clown thru the town Another one, had to throw another gun Don't need another case, you can see it on my face son But I ain't fallin' yet And I gotta give a shout to where my ball is at Mophreme Tell 'em why the hoes dream Gettin' high off a n***a like a dope fiend 'Cuz I'm non-stop, and I'm always hustlin' Twenty four seven, ain't nothin' buck But when a young G's flippin' keys for a livin' Try to make a mill off the time I'm givin' Trippin', mad, I'm crazy, can't nobody fade me And I been goin' insane lately And everybody tryin' ta hold me back I'm about to snap You better move back You know I led a Thug Life, y'all know the rules Gotta do whatcha gotta do, stay true Thug Life, y'all know the rules Gotta do whatcha gotta do, stay true Thug Life, y'all know the rules Gotta do whatcha gotta do, stay true Thug Life, y'all know the rules Gotta do whatcha gotta do, stay true Man, I don't worry about the Five-O If they start 'cuz it's all about survival Just stay smart, keep your mind on your bank roll Always stay ahead of these stank hoes these days It's an all out rat race And look at me just caught another cat case That makes three My laywers getting cash up the a** Don't even ask, why I'm buck wild? Don't smile, don't laugh To the young G's comin' up, peep game Don't let the money make you change or act strange Stay broke, it's all in together now Keep pumping loud till the crowd bring the top down Is that Tupac Thug Life ? Hell yeah Try to dirty up my name but it's still here Which way do I turn? I'm strapped Lost in the storm I can't turn back with that Thug Life, y'all know the rules Gotta do whatcha gotta do, stay true Thug Life, y'all know the rules Gotta do whatcha gotta do, stay true Thug Life, y'all know the rules Gotta do whatcha gotta do, stay true Thug Life, y'all know the rules Gotta do whatcha gotta do, stay true