Prince Ital Joe - Thug Life (Souljah Version) lyrics

[Verse 1: 2Pac] Raised by thugs, schooled by k**ers I learned mathematics from big time dealers So now them busters love to see a n***a falling co*k the Glock, s**ers plotting on a player cause he's ballin' Up early in the morning, four deep Creeping in my Jeep n***a, real thugs don't sleep You'll never k** a real G feel me How many cops gotta drop 'for they k** me? Murder in the motherf**ing worst way Turned to a k**er on my twenty-first birthday "Boom, boom" on a crooked cop, draw back Living like a thug till the n***as get the block back Oh sh**, deep in motion, until we get a grip My motherf**er's won't quit Living that Thug Life, tryna make a million off that drug life I got a Glock named Cop k**er So read the papers, another Cop caught the vapors Might spend a little time with a b**h let her know thought Married to the dope, I live the Thug Life [Chorus] *Born in the ghetto as a street thug* (Gun shots) *Labelled as a cop k**er* I live the Thug Life *Born in the ghetto as a street thug* (Gun shots) *Labelled as a cop k**er* Thug Life *Born in the ghetto as a street thug* (Gun shots) *Labelled as a cop k**er* Thug Life *Born in the ghetto as a street thug* (Gun shots) *Labelled as a cop k**er* [Verse 2: Big Syke] The rules of the street I'm living by It ain't no rules so n***as got to die Should I change or rearrange it keeps coming My Tek-9 will never stop gunning Motherf**er's down homies they keep trippin' f** with me and yo' a**'ll come up missing I'm just a young n***a starving I need a f**ing vest for the bullets I've been dodging I'm living on the edge, blast the lead Wanted by the feds, they gotta take me dead But I got to get paid first, before they roll me off in the motherf**ing hearse Cause I'm living the Thug Life fool Staying strapped and letting that Evil Mind rule Cause I'm more like a k**er n***a Put the pressure down and leave your a** disfigured Got a Tek-9 pointed at your dome, so you know it's on punk as b**h Better grab the chrome I refuse to be broke, have to keep trying So who gives a f** about dying n***a If you feel you want to take then take me I be a dead motherf**er 'for you break me From the present to the grave you'se a ghost Spraying cops down as I kick in the f**ing door And lay your wife down, lay your kids down and slice they neck Then I get respect Even thought I might pay the price I'm living the Thug Life, yeah [Chorus] *Born in the ghetto as a street thug* (Gun shots) *Labelled as a cop k**er* Thug Life *Born in the ghetto as a street thug* (How you livin'?) (Gun shots) *Labelled as a cop k**er* Thug Life *Born in the ghetto as a street thug* (Gun shots) *Labelled as a cop k**er* Thug Life *Born in the ghetto as a street thug* (Gun shots) *Labelled as a cop k**er* [Verse 3: 2Pac] I drink Gin, hit Chronic, run with a wild bunch Thinking of the dead n***as that I knew that die young Is there a heaven for a n***a up to no good? Or is it just another f**ing hood? I'm having talks with my n***a Little G from down the street And the n***a been dead for three weeks I'm going crazy, damn is a n***a loc'd Finger on the trigger, trying not to get smoked Rolling through the hood with my closest n***as keep my finger on the trigger cause I'm hopeless What's wrong with a motherf**er coming up Making mo' bucks that's why them hoe's f** Had enough of these punks, thug for life Can't stand b**hes now f** a wife I told ya once you can't trust a, don't go out like a buster, f** her (Cause) Money bring b**hes, b**hes bring lies, hoe's get horny and motherf**er's die Never turn your back on the game I'll be letting off shot's till this sh** change, I live the Thug Life [Outro: Prince Ital Joe] Yeah watch them blood-clot Police boy Them love to fire at young black man with gun shot Me not afraid of none of them Bust my blood-clot gun In a second its k** or be k**ed that's not gangsta All I trying to do is put food on table for my family So Police boy come f** with me ?? for d** Me no sell d**, make music song Chill Me bust gun at the whole of them That boy make me feel like me wanna k** the whole of them still