Album - Thug Life Volume 1

Release Date - 1994

BURY ME A G

Thinkin' back
reminiscing on my teens
a young G
getten' paid over dope fiends
fuckin' off cash that I make
nigga, what's tha sense of workin hard
if you never get to play
i'm hustlen'
stayin' out till it's dawn
and commin' home
at 6 o'clock in tha mornin'
hand's on my glock
eye's on tha prize
finger on tha trigga when a nigga rides
shootin' craps
bustin' niggas out tha door
pick my money off tha floor
god bless tha tre-four
stuck on full, drunk again
sippin' on Gin
with a couple of friends
sayin' those thug life niggas be like major pimps
stickin' to tha rules is what made it simp
and if I die
let it be
but when they come for me
bury me a G

Chorus x2 -- Tupac

I ain't got time for bitches
Gotta keep my mind on my mothafucken riches
even when I die
they won't worry me
mama don't cry
bury me a G

More Trouble than tha average
just made 25 and i'm livin' like a savage
bein a G ain't no easy thing
cause you could fuck around get crossed
and get stuck in tha game
and for tha rest of your life you will sit and remineise
wonder why it had to end like this
and to tha G's you can feel my pain
till tha mothafuckas gets born again

()

you thought I was a game kid
i'm not tha nigga for playin games
I let my buckshots rang
when I pull tha trigga on my gauge
i'm on tha rampage
makin' runs for tha devil
ain't nothin' on my mind
will get me in some trouble
i'm tryin to ride
no more loves
for me hard to figure
get a nigga, smoke a blunt
Or is a jury starts (break that shit)
I gives a fuck nigga
stuck outta luck
when I bust
pull me to my death
but i'm a G to tha enemy

Chorus x2 -- Tupac

I ain't got time for bitches
gotta keep my mind on my mothafucken riches
even when I die
they won't worry me
mama don't cry
bury me a G

(Stretch)

I got nothen' ta loose so I choose to be a killer
went from bangin' ta slangin'
now i'm a dope dealer
all my life payed tha price to be tha boss
back in school
wrote tha rules on getten' tossed
poppin' rocks on tha block was a past time
pack a 9 all the time
you wanna test mine ?
don't cry
I die before they play me
from tha cradle to tha grave
bury me

()

Straight Thug G
kickin' it with tha homies in tha hood
getten' drunk, smokin' blunts
a bitch said I was no good
I gives a fuck
I spend my time in tha dope spot
never had no time for no bitch
instead slangin' rocks
and bustin' caps on you punk ass marcs
fake ass G's
bitch niggas with no heart
i'm stayin' real till i'm 6 feet deep
so when a nigga gone
bury me a G

Chorus x2 -- Tupac

I ain't got time for bitches
gotta keep my mind on my mothafucken riches
even when I die
they won't worry me
mama don't cry
Bury Me a G

(Tupac)

Stuck on Full
Tangaray got a nigga high
lord knows I don't need another DUI
I led a Thug Life
heartless hustler
just cause I fucked her
don't mean I trust her
now my pagers vibratin'
can't sleep
so i'm mobbin' to tha ho's house
pumpin' Isely
Is it cool ta fuck is what i'm askin
Bitch recognize game and start laughen
when i'm all in those guts and shit
prayin' that a nigga don't nut too quick
cause i'll fuck and get up and let ya know
i'll be a 10 minute brotha for a $2 ho
lots a ho's get mad and shit
I let a trick be a trick
you can have that bitch
cause I doubt if I change
tha games a mothafucker
real niggas turn ta bustas
Bury Me a G

Chorus x6 -- Tupac

I ain't got time for bitches
Gotta Keep my mind on my mothafucken riches
even when I die
they won't worry me
Mama don't cry
bury me a G

I ain't got time for bitches --- bitches

DON'T GET IT TWISTED

Verse one: Mopreme
Just 'cause a nigga come in he got style
Don't think I won't flip it
Don't pull your file
But I got enough bullshit to deal with
I'm rolling with the thugs so
You must be on drugs to the head
Get your ass break down
Broken half baby
I'm a feeling like a motherfuckin psychopathic
And if you got beef best leave it in the freezer
I'm no joke
Mopreme straight loc
And you could get smoked
You hook the shit you get stroked
And all of that
And later be back for your motherfucking dope sack
Kid it ain't the type of day to play doughnut
Don't get your ass sewn up
Why you leakin on my blown out
Hey, you're mixed up like a bowl of nuts
You fuck around and got it twisted up
Boy, don't get it twisted

Chorus: Mopreme
Don't get it twisted
Don't get it twisted
Don't get it twisted
Don't get it twisted
Don't get it twisted
Don't get it twisted
Don't get it twisted
Don't get it twisted

Verse two: Macadoshis
It's the Macadoshis coming from the dark side
The park side where the O.G.s do ride
Ain't nothing but killers in the park
As many niggas lost their heart
When my gat sparks
I'll bust a cap in that ass
Don't get it twisted
When I'm on a mission, niggas come with ?
You busters gettin disciplined
And you're coming up short on your life
When I smoke you with this mac 10
When it's on it's on
Fuck it
I'm makin niggas kick the bucket when I check em' by inducis
Ain't no think to let my shit spin
You on my shit list hope you got a death wish
I tried to warn you but you missed me
You should have listened motherfucker when i said
Don't get it twisted

Chorus: Macadoshis
Don't get it twisted
Don't get it twisted
Don't get it twisted
Don't get it twisted
Don't get it twisted
Don't get it twisted

Verse three: The Rated R

Niggas got problems about getting shit twisted
They need to stay the fuck out of grown folks business
Kids get a kick out of bumpin their big clips
But don't front no shit that brought no shit that peace started
'Cause I'm a cold hearted rider straight dunking
Never through with my streets
Never hurt nobody but my heat
Eastside bothers don't hear me, though
They'd rather get shit twisted and gather like hoes
Bitch made ass niggas when I caught 'em
Couldn't bust a drape if they wanted
They're soft like ?
But I don't sweat varmits
I suffer with my black group
Just a one day murderer
On the motherfucking ?
I snapped his soul, son
Ain't no damn thing funny when I spray your ass with my tongue
And your mommy can't save you now
'Cause you got the job twisted up
For fucking with a killer

Chorus: The Rated R
Don't get it twisted
Don't get it twisted
Don't get it twisted
Don't get it twisted
Don't get it twisted
Don't get it twisted
Don't get it twisted
Don't get it twisted
Don't get it twisted
Don't get it twisted
Don't get it twisted
Don't get it twisted
Don't get it twisted
Don't get it twisted
Don't get it twisted
Don't get it twisted
Don't get it twisted
Don't get it twisted
Don't get it twisted
Don't get it twisted

SHIT DON'T STOP

You can dance at the party and not get whipped
Shit don't stop
Shit don't stop

Verse one: 2PAC
Game rules often slang to the right fools
Heavy hitting at this motherfucker's straight spitting
Digging deep into your brain while trying to explain
Why real niggas need to stick to the game
It's the same got these motherfuckers changing on me
Jealous ass player haters gaming on me
Look out motherfucker, I'm a G
As in getting motherfuckers 'fore they come get me
Get down for the right for the wishes
Fake ass nigga, you in shit, for fighting over bitches
You call that a player?
Straight ass sissy
See me at my show, nigga, miss me
'Cause I ain't trying to hear that bullshit
Got a pistol motherfucker try to pull quick
And just 'cause I'm rapping don't mean I ain't scrapping
And if you clip when the shit happens, it don't stop

Chorus: Y.N.V.
Now my guess is true (shit don't stop)
Them Thug Life niggas is a bull (it don't stop)
Everywhere we go (shit don't stop)
We niggas tripping at the door (it don't stop)
I wanna dance with you (shit don't stop)
You can dance at the party and not get whipped

Verse two: Macadoshis
See the shit don't stop
My nine goes pop
Your body drip drop
Throw that ass in a zip lock

Verse three: The Rated R
Now you've been hauled away in a body bag
Get your Sammy D said how your blood got sneeze me

Verse four: Macadoshis
Yo, you fucking with a thug
Your your ass gets plugged
With this hollow point slugs
With you under the rug

Verse five: The Rated R
That's why my def niggas don't play that shit
In Thug Life niggas be the craziest

Verse six: Macadoshis
So when you think about fucking with this
You better wear a vest
But it really don't matter
We ain't aiming at your chest

Verse seven: The Rated R
Nah, we're blowing holes in your motherfucking skull
Make sure your ass is smoked
That's all the fat lady wrote

Verse eight: Macadoshis
You heard that fat bitch sing when my shit went bang bang
But it don't pay when i flaunt your brain

Verse nine: The Rated R
Nigga, ain't no plain cane brothers come no show
In the casket
Getting they ass kicked
And blasted
It don't stop

Chorus: Y.N.V.
Now my guess is true (shit don't stop)
Them Thug Life niggas is a bull (it don't stop)
Everywhere we go (shit don't stop)
We niggas tripping at the door (it don't stop)
I wanna dance with you (shit don't stop)
You can dance at the party and not get whipped

Verse 10: Mopreme
All I wanna do is try to mack the hoes
Spin bank on thangs selling me a sponsor on my foes
It's like each and every one they got the look of death
I got my nine, nigga
Don't be silly
You better watch your step

Verse 11: Big Syke
And pussies we're crossing when my crew is flossing
Bitches we're tossing
And niggas we're crossing
It's like a murder rhyme when we hit your hood
It's all good
The punks, I wish you would

Verse 12: Mopreme
Wouldn't it be better to just corrolate what we bust
Instead of kicking dust
Gets a press y'all from nuts
'Cause ain't no herbs here
And ain't no morgues
Beware of the water 'cause they're full of sharks

Verse 13: Big Syke
But in every state
Niggas perpetrate and test
Where I come from fools die for less
And thugs keep thugging till their casket drop
It's on 'til I die
And the shit don't stop

Chorus: Y.N.V.
Now my guess is true (shit don't stop)
Them Thug Life niggas is a bull (it don't stop)
Everywhere we go (shit don't stop)
We niggas tripping at the door (it don't stop)
I wanna dance with you (shit don't stop)
You can dance at the party and not get whipped
Now my guess is true (shit don't stop)
Them Thug Life niggas is a bull (it don't stop)
Everywhere we go (shit don't stop)
We niggas tripping at the door (it don't stop)
I wanna dance with you (shit don't stop)
You can dance at the party and not get whipped

POUR OUT A LITTLE LIQUOR

Talking
Yeah, pour out a little liquor for your homies, nigga
This one here go out to my nigga Mike Cooley (light up a fat one for this one)
How you come up man?

Verse one
I started young kickin dust and living rough
You watch you mouth around my mama you couldn't cuss man
I had a down ass homie, though
We ran the streets
And on the scene at the age of fourteen, huh?
I packed a nine and my nigga packed a 45
We're drinking forties, lil' shorties living naughty lives
You couldn't stop us, long as I got my glock, fuck the coppers
Hanging on the block, slanging rocks and making profits
I couldn't fuck with the school life, I was a fool
I'll play that motherfucker for a tool, man
Tonight'll be the night that's what we figuring
Hustling in the rain felt no pain 'cause we're drinking
Playing them hoes like we knew em
First let my nigga fuck and then I fuck that's how we do it (laughs)
It's two niggas coming up out the hood
Living life just as good as we could
But since a bitch can't be trusted
Hoes snitched to the police, now my nigga's busted
The cops whooping on my nigga in jail
Trying to get a motherfucker to tell
And couldn't nobody dis my nigga
Damn, I miss my nigga
Pour out a little liquor

Talking
(My cousin died last year and I still can't let go)
This goes out to all you so called G:s (my cousin died last year and I still can't let go)
Pour out a little liquor for your real motherfucking partners
Don't let the drink get like that y'all, huh?
Pour out a little liquor (my cousin died last year and I still can't let go)
Pour out a little liquor (my cousin died last year and I still can't let go)
What's that you drinkin on?

Verse two
Drinking on gin, smoking on blunts and it's on
Reminisce about my niggas, that's dead and gone
And now they're buried, sometimes my eyes still get blurry
'Cause I'm losing all my homies and I worry
I've got my back against a brick wall, trapped in a circle
Boxing with them suckers till my knuckles turn purple
Mama told me, son, there'll be days like this
Don't wanna think so
I hit the drink and stay blitzed
We had plans of being big time G:s
Rolling in marked cars, moving them keys
And now I roll up the window, blaze up some indo
Get toe down for my niggas in the pen, yo
Your son's getting big and strong
And I'd love him like one of my own, till you come home
And the years sure fly with the quickness
You do the time and I'll keep handlin your business
That's the way it's supposed to be
Homie, if it was me, you'd do the shit for me
Homie, I can remember scraping back to back
Throwing dogs on them suckers running up on this young hog
I hope my words can paint a perfect picture
And let you know how much a nigga miss ya
Pour out some liquor

Talking
(My cousin died last year and I still can't let go) look at you
Drinking got you where you don't even give respect to your partners
Pour out some liquor, nigga
It ain't like that
Tip that shit over
Pour out a little liquor (my cousin died last year and I still can't let go)
This for my nigga Madman (my cousin died last year and I still can't let go)
Dags, Hood, Silk, yeah
A little liquor for my homies y'all
We in this motherfucking piece, yeah (my cousin died last year and I still can't let go)
Pour out a little liquor
Young Queen, yeah (my cousin died last year and I still can't let go)
This one goes out to all my mack partners back in the motherfucking Bay (my cousin died last year and I still can't let go)
Oaktown still in the motherfucking house
Pour out a little liquor
My nigga Richie Rich, Govenor (my cousin died last year and I still can't let go)
I don't care, Nighttrain, Henessey
All my real motherfucking partners
Pour out a little liquor
And all my real partners in Marin, fuck you busta ass niggaz (my cousin died last year and I still can't let go)
Yeah nigga, pour out a little liquor

STAY TRUE

(Tupac)

Yah nigga, Drop the top on your muthafuckin ride
This how we do it on the west coast BAABBBY

Rollin' down the Four O Five
Gettin' high
White boys done wrecked their shit
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
Niggas know my steel-lo
all legit
but I'm drapped
like a nigga movin' kilo
Shit don't stop
cuz i can make that ass 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

Chorus (4x) (Tupac)

Thug Life,   y'all know the rules
gotta do whatcha gotta do (Stay True)

Big Stretch represent the real nigga
flex, Live squad and this mutha fucker catch wreck

(Stretch)

Thug Life
sharp as a roughneck
Shakin' the dice, we roll long, ain't nothin' nice
so 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 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

(Tupac)

Mopreme Tell 'em why the hoes dream
gettin high off a nigga like a dope fiend

(Mopreme)

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.....

Chorus (4x) (Tupac)

Thug Life,   y'all know the rules
gotta do whatcha gotta do (Stay True)

Maaaannnn, 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 hos  
These days
It's an all out rat race
And look at MEEE just caught another cat case
That makes three
My lawyers getting cash up the ass
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 Yah
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...

Chorus (4x) (Tupac)

Thug Life, y'all know the rules
gotta do whatcha gotta do (Stay True)

HOW LONG WILL THEY MOURN ME?

How long will they mourn me
Yeah! This for my nigga Kato
It's still on nigga
Thug Life, Thugs for life
Ha Ha yeah, how long will they mourn me
Yeah nigga
2Pac in this muthafucka

(Tupac)

All my homies drinking liquor
Tears in everybody's eyes
Niggas cried to mourn a homies homicide
But I can't cry
instead I'm just a shoulder
Damn, why they take another soldier
I load my clip before my eyes blurry, don't worry
I'll get them suckas back before your buried (shit)
Retaliate and pull a 187
do real niggas get to go to heaven ?
How long will they mourn me, bury me a muthafuckin 'G'
Bitch don't wanna die
then don't fuck with me
It's kinda hard to be optimistic
When your homies lying dead on the pavement twisted
Y'all don't hear me doe, I'm trying hard to make amends
But I'm losing all my muthafuckin friends (damn)
They should've shot me when I was born
Now I'm trapped in the muthafuckin' storm
How long will they mourn me ?

(Chorus)

I wish it would have been another
How long will they mourn me
How long will they mourn my brother
(Got them niggas all dead and shit)
How long will they mourn me
I wish it would have been another
(Nate Dogg)
How long will they mourn me
How long will they mourn my brother
(Gotta keep this shit goin' on, Yo Syke)

(Syke)

How long will they mourn me
Every muthafuckin' day homie
You stayed down when tha other niggas didn't know me
From my heart to the trigga you my fuckin' nigga
And things won't be the same without ya nigga
I remember kickin' back, you wanted to lack
And goin' half on a muthafuckin' hundred sack
Smokin' blunt after blunt and steady drinkin'
Hung around so much, you knew what I was thinkin'
Tell me Lord, why you take big Kato ?
So confused not knowing which way to go
I'm goin crazy and runnin' out of fuckin' time
I can't take it, I'm losin' my fuckin' mind
So day after day
ride after ride
We'll hook up on the other side
Watch over your family and your newborn
Till we meet again homie
How long will they mourn me ?

(Chorus)

I wish it would have been another
(Yo Kato)
How long will they mourn me
(It's still on nigga)
How long will they mourn my brother
How long will they mourn me
I wish it would have been another
(Yeah)
How long will they mourn me
How long will they mourn my brother
(Rated R, Double Jeopardy, Mack 10)

(Rated R)

Damn a nigga tired of feeling sad
I'm tired of putting in work
I'm tired of cryin while watching my homies leave the earth
I know soon one day I'll be in the dirt
And my peoples'll be mournin'
When they get a call from the coroner
All niggas can say is that's fucked up
And get tossed up
Reminiscing how we grew up (my nigga)
Rest and love to my nigga Kato
See you in the crossroads real soon
For now let me pour out some brew
I'll be always thinkin' of ya homie
Rest in peace
How long will they mourn me ?

()

Ya know life's a fuckin' trip
And everybody gotta go
But why the fuck it have to be my nigga Kato
Another nigga fell victim to the chrome
It's enough to make you crazy
It's fuckin' with my dome
Ya only live once on this earth
A nigga had it bad, since the day of my mutahfuckin' birth
But niggas say they down and they always be my homie
But when a nigga gone
How long will ya mourn me ?

(Chorus)

Yeah!
I wish it would have been another
(Mack 10 in this muthafucka)
Yeah, how long will ya mourn me
How long will ya mourn my bother
(Thug Life boy, Nate blowin' that shit,
Nate Dogg do that shit nigga)
I wish it would have been another
Yeah! How long will ya mourn me
How long will ya mourn my brother
(This for my nigga Kato and all his kids)
How long will ya mourn me
I wish it would have been another
How long will ya mourn my brother

UNDER PRESSURE

(Tupac)

Under Pressure
Yeah, Babyyy
When tha pressures on...
Thug Life
when it's on it's on

(Tupac)

One of these days i'll
learn
don't fuck with trick ass niggas
cause they
turn into bitch ass niggas
i'm sick of bein stuck in tha county jail
my niggas clown
bring a pound
when they postin bail
smokin' blunts in tha driveway
my four-five screamin
fuck tha police
won't fly away, thug, till I die
you wonder why I'm made this way
I wasn't
turned out
I was raised this way
of thinkin
these are tha dreams of a young teen
scheme, and stack green on tha crack fiends
one time can't hold me
one of these days
we gotta bust back for tha homies
locked down in tha penitentry
finaly loose my mind
if tha pigs succeed
stress, smoken weed and nicoteen
but what a nigga really need is Thorozine
right before I die
i'll be curseing tha law
reincarnated bitch even worse than before
my four-four's givin payback
my underhanded plan
to get them niggas while they laid back
and big stretch hit tha scene with tha mini 14
servin suckers like dope fiends
and lead tha whole team

Under Pressure Nigga

That's right

(Stretch)

Never run
throw your gun in tha air
oh yeah
nigga bust ain't no time to spare
called tha ruffest mothafucker and we fuck shit up
and with tha stainless steel [???], we cut shit up
flash and blast a nigga with tha quickness
cock tha four pound motherfucker when I spit this and rip this
damn, my mind is in tha depths of hell
but when i'm walking on tha street kid my name rings bells
and I never fell
nigga I stand to tall
i'm just a thug motherfucker who was born to brawl
givin my all
so niggas wanna bring it to me
so i'ma sell my cocain
and lay they ass down 'G'

Under Pressure

(Tupac)

yeah, look here tho

Runnin wild
I never smiled as a juvenile
even now I keep a frown when I come around
don't ask me about tha past
it was all bad
shots blasted
will I last
in tha wrong path
in tha dark is where my heart saw tha most grief
mothafuckers is getten shanked over gold teeth
am I sick ?
cause i'm addicted to get splifted
watch tha stupid ass tricks get lifted
nothens changed
cause in tha game it's a steady aim
fuck friends
cause when in danger those niggas change
puff weed
and stuff G's in my sock G
call Ki's and Hennessy where tha glock be
Times passen will I last here another day
I put my gun away
and grab my AK
it's getten hectic
I can't call it
house full of alcoholics
now we're niggas under pressure

yeah, that's right...
Under Pressure, we're niggas under pressure

yeah

(Tupac and Stretch together repeated 11x)

When tha Pressures on it's a hit
Ski mask
Extra Gats
bring tha clips
don't nobody move when we walk tha streets
they stay silent
cause talk is cheap
 

STREET FAME

Verse one: Mopreme
It was a dope spot front yard, one on one strapping
That's the way it was way before all the scrapping
Earned my fucking props from the G:s in the hood
Put in work, did some dirt, never snitched, never would
Rolling the fat Jaguars with my nigga P blowing up
Time coming back sipping Henessey
17-year-old and I felt like God, mad rich
And I had my pick of any fine bitch
And my family was known to be great, seen slightly more
Representing no matter who sets it on
Street power, why you niggas flip and you thug shit?
I be about my motherfuckin grip, nothing else
Gets between me and mine, just remember that
Damn it's a shame, but still I'm in the game
I'm trying to get street fame

Chorus
I'm a superstar, I'm a superstar, I'm a superstar, made it by the street fame
I'm a superstar, I'm a superstar, I'm a superstar, made it by the street fame

Verse two: Big Syke
Don't blame my mama, don't blame my daddy
I know they wish they never had me
In and out of jail by 12, failing out of school
'Cause I was living by the street rules
Hanging with hogs, dropping dogs as a little loc
I was getting my respect but I was still broke
Into the game and expanded to the cocaine
Went from double ups, to slangin them whole thangs
Focused on my mail name ringing like a bell
And even with no proof they gonna put me in jail
Everbody says he's sold and I'm outta control
Motherfuckers gossip but I still roll (nigga)
Bitches want my cash on my dash of my cockpit
They wouldn't know a motherfucker if he didn't have shit
So while I'm balling and kicking up dust, get your skull crushed
Bitchmade niggas know not to fuck with us
'Cause I'm living on the edge, I'm blasting lead
Wanted by the Feds, they got to take me dead
So fuck it drive a bucket in the inner city
In the land of no pity, I made it by the street fame

Chorus
I'm a superstar, I'm a superstar, I'm a superstar, made it by the street fame
I'm a superstar, I'm a superstar, I'm a superstar, made it by the street fame
I'm a superstar, I'm a superstar, I'm a superstar, made it by the street fame
I'm a superstar, I'm a superstar, I'm a superstar, made it by the street fame

Verse three: The Rated R
I'm a superstar, made it by street fame
I had to make some people feel the pain, in this dirty game
I know I'm on my way to hell
Ain't no yellow bricked road for all the niggas that I done smoked
The hood done took me under, a nigga gots no heart
Don't get it twisted 'cause I'm there with my homie's car
I kill for my niggas, my niggas kill for me
That's the love you get, from the drunk one, you put in work see
I'm a G with a gang of niggas after me
Tryin to peal me, 'cause I smoked their homie
What comes around goes around is what makes it worse
I smoke blunts all day to keep my mind off a hearse
They don't stop stop 'til my casket drop drop
Let me ride, but all I want, thou shalt not beef or die
And it don't matter if I rap or plays
'Cause I blow out back of some minds, fuck the fame

Chorus
I'm a superstar, I'm a superstar, I'm a superstar, made it by the street fame
I'm a superstar, I'm a superstar, I'm a superstar, made it by the street fame
I'm a superstar, I'm a superstar, I'm a superstar, made it by the street fame
I'm a superstar, I'm a superstar, I'm a superstar, made it by the street fame
Made it by the street fame
Made it by the street fame
Made it by the street fame
Made it by the street fame
Made it by the street fame
Made it by the street fame
Made it by the street fame
Made it by the street fame

CRADLE TO THE GRAVE

Chorus

From tha Cradle to the Grave, life ain't never been easy
Living in the ghetto.

From the cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easy
Living in the ghetto.

June 16, 1971
Mama gave birth
to a hell raisin' heavenly son.
See the doctor tried to smack me
but I smacked him back,
My first words were "thug for life"
and "Papa pass the Mac."
I'm bustin' on these motha fuckas ballin'
Listen you can hear my mini 14 callin'.
From out the window of my drop top
I got my glock cocked
bustin' at niggas
when will it stop ?
Now tell me are you scared of the dark?
Can't close my eyes I see visions
And even with this thug livin'
will I escape in prison ?
Penitentiary chances was an all day thang
The only way to advance
and if you slang
Then you'd better have your nikes on
Cause when we fight
it's in the middle of the night with no lights on. 
Hey!!
There must be a God cause I feel lucky,
Paranoid out my mind
this motha fucka's tryin' to rush me.
Am I goin' to jail? 
Look at me bailin'
Commin' out the court house
all about mail [???].
Never die
be a hustler mothafuckas
And makin' thugs out you suckas.
From the cradle to the grave.

Chorus

From the cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easy
Living in the ghetto. easy

From the cardle to the grave, life ain't never been easy
Living in the ghetto.

From the cradle to the grave
since a little bitty child
I've been known to get ill and kinda buck wild.
Pop pop! 
just like the part that's in my walk with street talk
I'm runnin' up the block in the dark with less spark.
Survalience on a nigga every day,
Waitin' on my daddy just to take his ass away.
Now Mama always workin' tryin' to make ends meet.
So now a young niggas bein' raised by the streets.
And then the on other one that ever showed me love
Was my dope fiend uncle strung out on drugs
a striaght thug.
Just me, my mama out here on our own
So I got two gatts
one black and one of chrome.
Now I don't wanna hurt nobody but I must defend mine!
It's all the fuck I got
so stop and walk a thin line.
Young niggas be brave
and keep on thuggin' from the cradle to the grave,
From the cradle to the grave.

Chorus

From the cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easy
Living in the ghetto.

From the cradle to the grave, I'm glad to say
I made it this far.
Many G's died hard
and all they got was their name here up on a wall.
It's sad thinkin' about the times
Life goes on, I'm steady lost in this land...
as the warzone I got no home
don't have no friends neither.
It's just me by my lonely so I married my nina.
I keeps her wherever I go,
I love my ho.
Never leave home with out my sugar.
I'm hafta plug a nigga.
Mama told me not to trust no punks,
And kick his ass if he lay a hand on me.
Since then I been known.
Sometimes I think my own self stupid
Cause I stay shootin' at marks,
Get twisted up in police reports.
Since the cradle, I've been ungreatful.
My first toy was a gun
I got sprung and learn to love weapons.
But now I'm through with money
and through with street fame.
Somebody peeled my cap and put me in my grave.

Chorus

From the cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easy
Living in the ghetto.

From the cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easy
Living in the ghetto.

March 18th
a rainy day my mama gave birth
To a baby boy trapped in hell on Earth.
From day one it wasn't fun I never had a crumb.
Daddy worked two jobs and Mama won't stop drinkin' rum.
I tried to cope loc
but my family's broke
And my pocket's short
so now I gotta sling dope.
In a game filled with pain it's a fuckin' shame,
The white man got a motha fucka slingin' cane.
So now it's on from dusk to dawn I get my serve on.
Always in the spot with my glock slingin' rocks at the rocks.
Shit don't stop I'm steady dodgin' cops.
I never flip flop
hear my glock cock
thug till I drop.
And if I hit the pen I gotta do my time
Sittin' on my bunk reminiscing about the good times.
It's fucked up a nigga gotta grow up doing dirt,
But from the cradle to the grave I'ma put in work.

Chorus

From the cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easy
Living in the ghetto.

From the cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easyy
Living in the ghetto.

Time's movin' fast
will I last another day?
So I pray and I lay with my A-K.
Did I sell my soul as a young kid?
All the things I did
Wishin' someone held me
but they never did.
I can't take it
will I make it to my older age?
Before I'm shot up or locked up in a fuckin' cage.
Lord help me, guide me, save me!
Cause that's the way that Daddy raised me
crazy.
Do or die.  Nigga pull the trigger don't give a fuck.
You'd rather be in jail than get your ass bucked.
Nobody cares, it's me against the world.
Keepin' murder on my mind and my tech-9.
I got nothin' to lose, payin' dues, nigga you wanna die?
I get high
then my mission is a walk-by.
You'd better jet when I hit your set cause I'm commin'.
Start runnin' yellin' "evil mind" as I'm gunnin'.
One in the chamber for the anger that I build inside,
For the mothers that cried, for my homies that died.
The begining is an ending, am I just a slave?
So I got to be brave from the cradle to the grave.

Chorus til fade

STR8 BALLIN'

I would share the definition of ballin' with you white folks...
but no.

(Tupac)

I'm up before the sunrise, first to hit the block.
Little bad mothafucka with a pocket full of rocks.
And I'm totin' these thangs, get my skinny little ass kicked.
And niggas laugh, til' tha first mothafucka got blasted.
I put the nigga in his casket,
Now they coverin' the bastard in plastic.
I smoke blunts on a regular buck when it counts.
I'm tryin' to make a million dollars outta quarter ounce.
And gettin' lost on the five-o, fuck them hos.
Got a 45 screamin' about survival.
Hey nigga can I lay low, cook some yay-yo.
Hollar "one-time" when I say so.
Don't want to go to the pen, I'm hittin' fences.
Narcs on a nigga's back, missin' me by inches.
And they say how do you survive weighin' 165
In a city where the skinny niggas die?
Tell Mama don't cry.
Even when they kill me,
They can never take the game from a young G.
I'm str8 ballin'!

Str8 ballin'!

Still on parole and I'm the first nigga servin'
pour some liquor on the curb for my niggas that deserve it.
But if I want to make a million, gotta stay dealin'.
It's kinda boomin' and today I'll make a killin'.
Dressin' down like a villian', but only on the block.
It's a clever disguise to keep me runnin' from the cops.
Ha, I'm gettin' high. I think I'll die if I don't get no ends.
I'm in a bucket with 'em ridin' it like it's a Benz.
I hate to stip let my music bump,
Drinkin' liquor, and I'm lookin' for some hoes to fuck.
Rather die makin' money than live poor and legal
As I slang another ounce, I wish it was a kilo.
A need money in a major way.
Time to fuck my BEEEYATCH!! Hey!, and getten' paid
You other mothafuckas callin',
But me and my mothafuckin' thug niggas,
We str8 ballin'!!

Str8 ballin'!

Damned if I don't, and damned if a nigga do.
So watch a young mothafucka pull a trigga just to RAISE UP!
But don't let them see you cry, dry your eyes
Young nigga time to do or die.
I keep a pistol in my pocket,
Ready on my block.
Ain't no time for a nigga to even cock shit.
And now they see that mothafucka beat pain,
At point blank range cause he slept on the game.
Ain't a damned thing changed
Shakin' the dice, now roll 'em,
If you can't stand pain better hold 'em.
Cause ain't no tellin' what you might roll.
You might go catch AIDS from a slight cold.  Nigga.
Better live your life to the fullest,
You 'bout to kill a fool, got a pistol mothafucka better pull it.
Cause even when they kill me,
they can never take the game from a young G.
We str8 ballin'!

We str8 ballin'!

To my niggas in the penitentiary,
Locked up like a mothafucka when they mention me.
Cause you fuckin' with the realest motha fucka ever born,
And once again it's on,
I'm bustin' on these bitches till they gone.
Who the hell can you get to stop me?
I'm in the projects, parlaying with my posse.
I keep my glock cocked
I need it cause they're all shady.
I finally made it
now these jealous bitches tryin' to FADE me!
I ain't goin' out I'd rather blast back.
I'm on the corner with my niggas watchin' cash stack.
And I came up a long way from food stamps.
And takin' shit from the low-life ghetto tramps.
Could you blame me if they sweat me I'm gonna open fire.
What could I do?  Pull my trigga or watch my nigga die.
I'm representin' to the fullest givin' devil slugs.
I'm on the block slangin' drugs with the young thugs.
And mothafucka, we be ballin'!
All mothafuckin' day long, stay strong!
We str8 ballin'.