Intro: Ha ha ha...fuck all y'all...fuck all y'all...I don't need
nobody Fuck 'em...Fuck all y'all Verse 1 Money gone fuck friends I
need a homie that know me when all these muthafuckin' cops be on me I got
problems ain't nobody calling back now what the fuck is happenin' with my
ballin' cats Remember me I'm ya homie that was down to brawl Sippin'
Hennessy hanging with the clowns and all we used to do is drink brew, screw
and common knew we had bitches by the dozens oh we fuckin' cousins You
can throw ya middle finger if ya feel me loc a nigga just got paid and we
still was broke It took time but finally the cash was mine all the
rewards of a hustler stuck in the grind Look around and all I see is snakes
and faces like scavengers waitin' to take a hustler's pape's and when you
stuck where the fuck is all ya friends They straight busted and can't be
trusted fuck y'all Chorus Fuck all y'all 2x Verse 2 I'm sippin'
Tanqueray and juice and what's the use cause I'm a hopeless thug Ain't no
love reminiscing on how close we was way back in the day before they put the
crack in the way and heeyyy how much money can you stack in a day It's
gettin' rough collect calls from my niggas in court I recollect we used to
ball now just living's enough I stand tall in the winter summer spring or
fall Thug for life scrawled all across the wall and all about my dollars
make me wanna holla drop an album sell a million give a fuck about
tomorrow I know it's gettin' crazy after dark these marks keep on huffin'
and puffin' ain't no fear in my heart What's going on in the ghetto still
struggle and strive I still roll with the heater smokin' chocolate
thai In 94 I'll be going solo too many problems with my own so I'm
rolling do-do Fuck all y'all Chorus 3x Verse 3 I went from rags to
riches quick to socializing with the baddest bitches went from a bucket
to a rag with switches I'm seein' death around the corner I'm bumpin'
Gloriaaaa doin' 90 'cause I wanna I'm getting high like I said it with some
chocolate thai mixed with some indonesia watch me fly And even though I
know the cops behind me hit the weed and uh I continue doing 90
(Biotch) will I get caught another ticket get to kick it in court Fuck
the law give a shit I'm even worse than before I know they wanna see a nigga
buried but I ain't worried still throwing these thangs got me locked in
these chains and hey nigga what the fuck is you wailin' 'bout soon as I
hit the cell I'll be bailin' out And when I hit the streets I'm in a rush to
ball I'm screaming Thug Life nigga fuck y'all Repeat of intro
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2pac CDs in sales 
