2Pac – Why U Turn On Me (Original) Lyrics

[Intro]
Ahaha niggas love turning this shit ol’ switcheroo-ass, bitch made motherfuckers, just be friends
Outlaw nigga, Westside, throw it up, get it up (never thought it would come through)
Hahaha.. used to had love for ’em, why you turnin’ on me?
Why me? Yeah nigga westside, how you do it boy?

[Verse 1]
I went from, nothin’ to somethin’ now they all wanna see me fallin’
And the player haters hate to see a thug nigga ballin’
They say we hate the East coast, but that’s funny
Got a lot of love for, any nigga gettin’ money
I made a song about my enemies and niggas tripped
It was hip-hop until 2Pac fucked Biggie bitch
Y’all niggas hypocrites and bitch made
Now either love me or hate me but real thug niggas get paid
Have me catchin’ cases all across the nation
I went from jail to bail to barely on probation
They got a player facin’ three strikes
And we might, just blast God bless the child, that can get cash
But all these niggas turnin’ and never learn
Got a long line of niggas player hatin’ me but gettin’ burned
Talk a lot of shit but you’s a trick in drag
Like the MAC make you fall back and stick yo’ ass for back stab

[Chorus]
Never thought it would come through
Used to had love for ’em, but now they turnin’ on me?
Why me?
Why y’all trippin’?
Heheha
Used to had love for ’em, but now they turnin’ on me?
Why me?

[Verse 2]
It, started so innocent, but ended in the fifth precinct
Although two juvenile delinquents, we still decent
Playin’ catch and kiss, used to diss the herbs
Fuck school we was skippin’ drink a fifth on the curb
Me and you, no closer two, while drinkin’ brew
What you need nigga? Anything at all come to me nigga
You can wear my clothes and my gold for the hoes
Gave you the keys to the jeep, offered my home as an open door
But then you picked a new direction, in the blink of an eye
My time away just made perfection, did you think I’d die?
I never got a single visit yet I carry on
All my old friends too busy now my money gone
Said I got raped in jail, picture that? {​*laughter*}​
Revenge is a payback bitch, get your gat
Fuck ​Wendy Williams​ and I pray you choke (fuck you, you fat bitch)
On the next dick down your throat
For turnin’ on me

[Chorus]
Used to had love for ’em, but now they turnin’ on me?
Why me?
Fat bitch can’t fuck with me
It’s Thug life biaatch
I used to had love for ’em, but now they turnin’ on me?
Why me?

[Outro]
I fuck around and put a hit on your fat ass
I put Jenny Craig on your fat ass, you fat troll
Anybody ever seen Wendy Williams​ fat ass?
Why you always wearin’ spandex, you fat bitch?
I know your pussy stinks, you fat ho’
I’m puttin’ Jenny Craig on you bitch
I’m about to put a twenty-thousand dollar, hit
Through Jenny Craig to come find yo’ ass
And put you in a fat farm, you fat bitch!
Thug Life, Outlaw, Westside bitch
It’s 2Pac so you know who said it
And for everybody who didn’t like what I said about that other trick
And Mobb Deep, fuck you too nigga!
If a nigga didn’t want to get talked about
He shouldn’ta stepped in the fuckin’ ring
If Tyson don’t want to get knocked out
He don’t step in the fuckin’ ring, that’s how the shit go
When Tyson get in the ring, he knock motherfuckers out!
Well that’s what 2Pac gon’ do
When niggas come against me, I’ma knock they punk ass out!
One way or the motherfuckin’ other
This old motherfuckin’ nigga in the South told me nigga
It’s more than one way to skin a cat
It’s more than one way to shoot a gat
It’s more than one way to die nigga
When I’m through, everybody cry nigga
This is how we do it
Why y’all turnin’ on me? Why me?

2Pac – Lie To Kick It (feat. Richie Rich) (Remixes Vol. 1 Album)

Yeah I dedicate this to my nigga Mike Tyson.
It’s all good.

You ain’t got to lie to kick it
To them tricks and them bitches
Out to get a nigga’s riches
[x2]

Jack of all trades ballin’ like Jordan you punk
fake inside the paint in fact I know you can’t
do half of the shit that you was claimin’ in the county
Suckas on yo jock you claim you run the block
Polyurethane busta cracked in half
you claim you folding bank but I know yo bank stank
I lived around the corner I seen you fully smoked
Must I say some more you weighed a buck 04
you sold ya TV for a buck cause it was way too late
Now they sent you upstate and you done gained some weight
You’s a baller lying to them youngstas quick
got them thinking you sick and representing yo click
But you’s an old basehead kickin’ too much hype
yo bicentennial pipe it got rally stripes
And if they knew yo identity
you’d probably be the victim of a sticking (ugh ugh)
You ain’t got to lie to kick it.

You ain’t got to lie to kick it
To them tricks and them bitches
Out to get a nigga’s riches
[x4]

You ain’t got to lie to kick it
y’all don’t hear me
I got these niggas yackin’ in my face
about some shit that never took place
And what you see is what you get
that’s what he told me
I peeped it in his pose
exposed the fucking phony
I’m gettin’ richer so they claim to be my homie
with them bitches they be freaky
they don’t know me
Hey it’s gettin drastic
Gunnin niggas down cause they plastic
Sleep on a G and get that ass kicked
and stuffed inside a casket
Rippin’ the shit like it’s my muthafucking last hit
Hey they wonder why a nigga’s nothin’ nice
and everytime I bust a nut I fuck for Tyson
Cause I know the real on the bitch
she got to skit ya just to get a nigga’s riches (fuck that bitch)
I pray to God that the bitch don’t get no dick
and got a nigga screamin’ Fuck That Bitch!

You ain’t got to lie to kick it
To them tricks and them bitches
Out to get a nigga’s riches
[x4]

Well if a bitch’ll be a bitch
Then a trick’ll be a trick
I’ve got my nigga Richie Rich and we be all up in the mix
this is Thug Life baby rollin’ hoes like Vogues
Stay the fuck up out of mine
and I’ll stay out of yours
It’s a Oakland thang and bitch you wouldn’t understand
This Tanqueray got me screamin’ Fuck yo’ man.
But now you beefing on the strength
that you was thinkin’ I was jocking
Hey bitch I got no time for hoes I’m steady clockin’
and if it ain’t about a buck I gives a fuck
it’s raggedy hoes like you that keep a nigga stuck
so what’s up with them low life bitches tryin’ to play me
Bitch you better see Trojan about yo’ baby (Ha ha)
Trickin’ niggas better catch up on they pimpin’
Cause bitches love to catch a nigga when they slipping

You ain’t got to lie to kick it
To them tricks and them bitches
Out to get a nigga’s riches
[x5]

2Pac – Ready For Whatever (Big Syke Vocals) (Remixes Vol. 2 Album)

[Intro]
(Rule number one… niggas die, daily, hahahaha)
Hear me! Boo-yaow!
(Ready for whatever, hell yeah
What type nigga be a Thug Life nigga?
Them Thug Life niggas be the craziest — run up nigga!)

[Verse 1: 2Pac]
There’s no way to survive in the city it’s a shame
Niggas die from my hollow-point bullet to the brain
Will I survive or will I die is what I wonder
Puffin on blunts and gettin’ drunk to keep from goin’ under
Gettin’ lost in the madness, blunted gettin’ tipsy
Got my pistol out the window screamin’, "Lord come and get me"
Am I sick, or am I just another victim?
Unloadin’ my clip, I’m watchin’ every bullet spit when I kick ’em
Niggas die from automatic gunfire
Your time to expire, nobody cry every man gotta die
When they bury me, they bury me a G
Rest in peace, to all the homies got to heaven before me
Pour some liquor on the curb for the niggas that’s caught
Had a motherfuckin’ warrant but he didn’t go to court
God damn, and one day we’ll all be together
Until then I’m ready for whatever, c’mon

[Interlude]
(Yeah, niggas movin’ somethin’ in the nine-trey
It’s all about makin’ money, gettin’ yours
And knockin’ coppers off the motherfuckin’ planet
Word to the motherfuckin’ nine nigga
We gonna make this motherfucker ours
If they don’t feel me, they gon’ kill me
So Syke, get skanless nigga)

[Verse 2: Big Syke]
Am I going to Hell or will I reach Heaven?
After all this shit I did with my MAC-11
Did I sell my soul? Mama would have saved me
That’s the way that daddy raised me
Oh God, help me I’m losing it
So fuck it! Take me I’m doing it!
I need to change and look for a better way
I got a hundred round clip to my AK
Committing sins I might die in vain
So fuck it! We’ll live off the street fame
God didn’t send me in the right direction
I’m getting hit by a diesel in the intersection
I know you’re out there help a young brother
Til then I’ma smoke motherfuckers
Things wouldn’t be so bad
If we got the things that we never had, I’m ready for whatever

[Interlude]
(Hahahahaha, that’s my motherfuckin’ nigga there
Big ballin’-ass Syke
Yeah nigga, you schooled them young bustas
On how it is to be a real motherfuckin’ G
In the nine-trey motherfuckers is dyin’ daily so you best be packin’
If you ain’t, boo-yaow motherfucker!)

[Verse 3: 2Pac]
Dear mama I know you worry cause I’m hardly at home
Every other night in jail, got you patient by the phone
Wanna shake it cause I can’t take it got me livin’ in Hell
Like I’m walkin’ with a secret that’ll kill me if I tell
I live the Thug Life and can’t nobody, change me
Not to the brain, going insane, just a part of the game
So much pain in the fast lane, finally a dry eye
When I die, bury me with my fo’-five
And let the devil feel the wrath of a nigga
Goin’ to Hell with my finger on the trigger
Now everybody’s starin’
Got a nigga losin’ hair and they wonder if I’m all there
Well don’t blame me, blame the flame that flickers
When niggas gettin’ richer (mo’ money)
Now tell me if you wanna live forever
Niggas dyin’ so be ready for whatever

[Outro]
(Yeah, ready for whatever
Ready for whatever
Thug Life niggas and we be ready for whatever
Let me go like this, ready for whatever
Huh, Big Syke he be ready for whatever
My nigga Kato, ready for whatever
Pain, he’s ready for whatever
And my nigga Bam Bam, he ready for whatever
My nigga Banks just be ready for whatever
Modu, he’s ready for whatever
Big Serg, we ready for whatever
Charlie Tango, ready for whatever
My nigga ‘Pac, be ready for whatever
Yeah, ready for whatever
Ready for whatever
My big-ballin’ ass nigga Boom, ready for whatever fo’ sho’
Yeah, you know!
This how the player’s do it
I know you standin’ there confused
You wonderin’ — what type of nigga is a Thug Life nigga?
Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin’ player-ass nigga
About gettin’ riches, bitches, and plenty loc
Ya hear me?)

Ready for whatever

2Pac – My Block (Remixes Vol. 2 Album)

They got a nigga shedding tears, reminiscin on my past fears
Cause shit was hectic for me last year
It appears that I’ve been marked for death
My heartless breath, the underlying cause of my arrest
My life is stressed, and no rest forever weary
My eyes stay teary for all the brothers that are buried in the cemetery
Shit is scary, how black on black crime legendary
But at times unnessecary, I’m gettin worried
Teardrops and closed caskets, the three strikes law is drastic
And certain death for us ghetto bastards
What can we do when we’re arrested, but open fire
Life in the pen ain’t for me, cause I’d rather die
But don’t cry through your despair
I wonder if the Lord still cares, for us niggaz on welfare
And who cares if we survive
The only time they notice a nigga is when he clutchin on a four-five
My neighborhood ain’t the same
Cause all these little babies goin crazy and they sufferin in the game
And I swear it’s like a trap
But I ain’t given up on the hood it’s all good when I go back
Hoes show me love, niggaz give me props
Forever hop cause it don’t stop… on my block

Now shit’s constantly hot, on my block, it never fails to be gunshots
Can’t explain a mother’s pain, when her son drops
Black male slippin in hail when will we prevail
Fearin jail but crack sales got me livin well
And the system’s sucidal with this Thug’s Life
Stayin strapped forever strapped in this drug life
God help me, cause I’m starvin, can’t get a job
So I resort to violent robberies, my life is hard
Can’t sleep cause all the dirt make my heart hurt
Put in work and shed tears for my dead peers
Mislead from childhood where I went astray
Till this day I still pray for a better way
Can’t help but feel hopeless and heartbroke
From the start I felt the racism cause I’m dark
Couldn’t quit the bullshit make me represent
Hit the bar and played the star, everywhere I went
In my heart, I felt alone out here on my own
I close my eyes and picture home… on my block

And I can’t help but wonder whhhy, so many young kids had to die
Caught strays from AK’s and the driveby
Swollen pride and homicide, don’t coincide
Brothers cry for broken lives, mama come inside
Cause our block is filled with danger
Used to be a close knit community but now we’re all cold strangers
Time changes us to stone them crack pipes
All up and down the block exterminatin black life
But I can’t blame the dealers
My mama’s welfare check has brought the next man chrome wheels
Shit’s real, I know ya feel, my tragedy
A single mother with a problem child, daddy free
Hangin out pickin up game, sippin cheap liquor
Gamin the hoochies hopin I can get to sleep with her
It’s a man’s world, stayin strapped
Fantasies of a nigga livin phat, but held back
Pipe dreams can make the night seem hopeless
Wide eyed and losin focus… on my block

And block parties in tha projects lastin way past daylight
A young nigga learned to break nine
Used to play fight with my homies but they stuck in the pen
I send them ends, but it’s tough on a friend, in my mind
I see the same motherfuckers ballin
Alcohol will make a lazy nigga slip and fall, miss his call
I know the young niggaz understand this
Growing up in this world where everything is scandalous
I reminisce on tha fast times, past crimes
Tryin to cop a slice of pizza with my last dime
Can’t explain, just what attracts me to this dirty game
Gold chains, some extra change, and the street fame
And what’s strange is that everybody knows my name, swear they all know me
And lots of cash make a nigga change
I hit the green just to maintain, feelin pain
For all the niggaz that I lost to the game… from my block

2Pac – R U Still Down feat. Jon B (Remixes Vol. 2 Album)

R U still down
R U still down
R U still down

Now up and at em it’s on, I was raised to be strong
And Mama told me be a Thug since the day I was born
I came up, out the gutter never changed my style
Got for real about my papers, cause the game was wild
And the fame was a plot to try to change me
And what’s strange is nobody knew my name ‘fore it came
Now the whole world is calling me a, killer
All I ever did, was try to reach the kids with the real

All the time I was ballin, never heard my friends callin
Couldn’t stop myself from fallin, I’m all in
Shit’s gettin sleazy, believe me
Best to take what ya need, but don’t be greedy
Cause in my mind, I see sunshine, I thought
I didn’t have to run, now I’m duckin from the gun yellin, ‘One-Time’
Take your time to feel my record, and if you did
chill a second, my blind method, will still wreck it
My young homies stay strong
I wonder if they’ll listen to a nigga when he gone, R U Still Down?

Raise ’em up, R U still down?
Raise ’em up, R U still down?
Raise ’em up, R U still down?
Raise ’em up, R U still down?
Raise ’em up, R U still down?

I’m gettin’ high, so a nigga think he touch the sky
Turn tough inside, in the rush to die
Livin’ life as a Thug time to face the truth
What’s goin’ on with the wasted youth, please God
come and save me (save me) had to work with what ya gave me
And got a nigga goin’ crazy
I can’t read the signs, I’m blind, but a nigga know
he need his nine, cause times, they ain’t what they used to be
Ain’t a penitentiary built big enough for me
and my niggas on the streets, man listen
Cause these ain’t the old days
Ain’t no way I’ma bustin’ my ass and gettin’ no pay
It seems I can’t find my focus, and homey I ain’t paranoid
I seen the future and it’s hopeless
Lord knows, its hard on a young scrub
It seems I had less problems when I slung drugs
But since I’m tryin’ lace niggas with the game
want to see me locked in chains, tryin’ to dirty up my name
And them same motherfuckers that was callin’ me
Will be the first to turn their backs, when I’m fallin’, see
I should have seen it from the jump, but now it’s clear
This one nigga got the town in fear, but R U Still Down

Raise ’em up, R U still down?
Raise ’em up, R U still down?
Raise ’em up, R U still down?
Raise ’em up, R U still down?
Raise ’em up, R U still down?

I wrote this for my critics and my, enemies
Last year ya used to love me, huh remember me!
Now ya hate me with a passion, tryin’ to get me stuck in the mix
I’m stayin’ sharp, got no time for them tricks
And now they wonder if I’m goin’ to jail
Just as well, cause my life on the streets, a living Hell
And I can’t sleep, they got my phone tapped, and mercy Lord
Come get me ‘fore they hurt me
Ran outta tears, and through the years couldn’t change me
My daddy left me alone, and so I’m angry
I never did nothin’ wrong, my mama told me, "Baby it’s on"
And now I’m hustlin’ and bustlin’ bones
Never said it came easy, I’m makin cheese
Buyin’ all the things on TV, and gettin’ skeezed
Wish my homeboys could see me now
Little bad motherfucker runnin’ wild through the town
Please tell me, R U Still Down?

R U still down, to raise em up? Remember me
R U still down, to raise em up? Remember me
R U still down, to raise em up?

R U still down, to raise em up? Remember me
R U still down, to raise em up? Remember me
R U still down, to raise em up? Remember me
R U still down, to raise em up?

R U still down, to raise em up? Remember me
R U still down, to raise em up? Remember me
R U still down, to raise em up? Remember me
R U still down, to raise em up?

That’s right y’all, give them bitches the motherfuckin’ middle finger, raise! Em’ up
These hoes can’t fade me, don’t these bitches know we crazy?
Thug Life, niggas, be, the sickest
You feel me? Now get that shit written down, goddamn!
Took four years and a motherfuckin’ case for these motherfuckers to feel me
Ain’t that a bitch?

R U still motherfucking down?
Old hoe ass fake ass niggas
We out this motherfucker

2Pac – Fuck All Yall (Remixes Vol. 2 Album)

‘Pac in a slurred, drunken voice:

Ha ha ha, f*** all y’all, f*** all y’all, I don’t need nobody
F*** ’em, f*** all y’all

Money gone f*** friends
I need a homie that know me
When all these motherf***in’ cops be on me
I got problems ain’t nobody calling back
Now what the f*** 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 b****es by the dozens "huh" we f***in’ cousins
You can throw ya middle finger if ya feel me loc
A n**** 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 fakes
It’s like scavengers waitin’ to take a hustler’s place
And if you stuck, where the f*** is all ya friends
They straight busted and can’t be trusted f*** y’all

F*** all y’all, f*** all y’all

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 hey how much money can you stack in a day
It’s gettin’ rough collect calls from my n****s in cuffs
I recollect we used to ball now just living’s enough
I stand tall in the winter summer spring or fall
Thug for life sprawled all across the wall
And all about my dollars make me wanna holla
Drop an album sell a million give a f*** 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 of my own so I’m rollin’ dolo
F*** all y’all

F*** all y’all, f*** all y’all
F*** all y’all, f*** all y’all
F*** all y’all, f*** all y’all

I went from rags to riches
Quick to socializing with the baddest b****es
Went from a bucket to a rag with switches
I’m seein’ death around the corner
I’m bumpin’ Gloria doin’ 90 ’cause I wanna
I’m getting high and like I said it was 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)
Until I get caught another ticket get to kick it in court
F*** the law give a s*** I’m even worse than before
I know they wanna see a n**** buried
But I ain’t worried still throwing these thangs
Got me locked in these chains
And hey n**** what the f*** 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 n**** f*** y’all

Ha ha ha, f*** all y’all, f*** all y’all, I don’t need nobody
F*** ’em, f*** all y’all

Omega Crosby – Till We Gone lyrics

[Chorus]
We hot, you cold, whats wrong
I just got the feelin we on
I’ma keep it lit till we gone
Till we gone

We hot, you cold, whats wrong
I just got the feelin we on
I’ma keep it lit till we gone
Till we gone, We hot

[Verse 1]
In the MGM on my deathrow shit
MC Hammer but I don’t wanna go broke shit
I’ve seen it all like I lived twice
Fingers thru the sunroof, Thug Life

Hollywood, Paparazi’s straight star struck
I got bitches waitin on me like the mail truck
Its the land of the free but we feel cuffed
Loyal to the game even when it feel rough

Modesto California, i live it by the second
Everyone want the 411 no, april eleven
All i want is the bread like a toaster
Life ain’t fair but its full of rollercoasters

How we gon make it through if yo brain on quit
How you burnin my desire if that flame ain’t lit
How we gon make it even if that cake don’t split
Gotta put it all together if that piece don’t fit

[Chorus]
We hot, you cold, whats wrong
I just got the feelin we on
I’ma keep it lit till we gone
Till we gone

We hot, you cold, whats wrong
I just got the feelin we on
I’ma keep it lit till we gone
Till we gone, We hot

[Verse 2]
Life ain’t no vaycay but them hoes gon trip
New faces new places its the same old shit
I got an uncle in county, I got a cousin in state
Rest in peace Real but which one of us fake

I hear more talk then cell phones
I’ma count this paper like my nails long
My name could be right and I’m still wrong
I keep my Jesus piece till all the sin is gone

I got attitude like I’m Ruthless
I’m in that oldschool like I’m youthless
You ain’t even know how this shit ends
I stay in these bitches heads like split ends

My nigga Mak got a Tec, my nigga Tek gotta Mac
All the cases and fees they ain’t neva comin back
Modo two oh, nine, yea I put on like jeezy
This ones for them young ones who know livin life ain’t easy

[Chorus]
We hot, you cold, whats wrong
I just got the feelin we on
I’ma keep it lit till we gone
Till we gone

We hot, you cold, whats wrong
I just got the feelin we on
I’ma keep it lit till we gone
Till we gone, We hot

PeeWee Longway – Jumanji

[Hook: PeeWee & Young Thug]
50 some bands on my juice
Spikes on top of Jimmy Choos
So fresh that I made the news
Made a million in the trap, dealin’ fool
20 bands in my locker at school
Me and Longway too cool for you fools
MPA, YSL what it do?
We don’t play fair or play by your rules
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
With a bad bitch smokin’ on fruit
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
In the foreign whip, pullin up, juice
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
We the shit, Thug Life my clique
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice

[Verse 1: PeeWee & Young Thug]
I got the boots, I got a coupe
I got no roof
I got a boo, she got a boo with way bigger boobs
Longway and Thugger
We switcharoo bitches and we like to fuck em’ by the two
Jumanji, Jumanji, Giuseppe Zanotti
The leprechaun bitches move
I walk in the club and I dap it
My coupe is all filled with gadgets
Get way too much green like a salad
Wrap it and ship it the package
Young nigga’s trappin’ and rappin’
I got the pints stacked up in my cabinet
Young rich nigga live lavish
I [?] for the kids
I’m spending a hundred bands, just to fuck up my kidneys
Sneaking, geeking on the molly, know she feelin’
I got the juice, pull up Actavis too with your bitch
Rollin’ up the good fruit
Sippin’ and spillin’, pour 8 in the deuce
Lean, lean, lean
I’m Uncle Phil for the week
I got Pints only for me
Smokin’ on g
Tell uncle Snoop what It do, it is too plain to see
Long way lil bitch check my Feng Shui
I got the juice in the booth, we can turn the fuck up any day

[Hook: PeeWee & Young Thug]
50 some bands on my juice
Spikes on top of Jimmy Choos
So fresh that I made the news
Made a million in the trap, dealin’ fool
20 bands in my locker at school
Me and Longway too cool for you fools
MPA, YSL what it do?
We don’t play fair or play by your rules
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
With a bad bitch smokin’ on fruit
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
In the foreign whip, pullin up, juice
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
We the shit, Thug Life my clique
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice

[Verse 2]
How the fuck I can’t afford
My molly white like a tourist
Her booty fatter than Norbit
I told your bitch that she was gorgeous
Just a little something to do when I get bored
Might pull up, get head in the Porsche
Light the fuck up leave the bitches, no torch
Hundred bricks stuffed in the Honda Accord
Hundred grand inside my pockets, San-Tan molly
Imma make your bitch snort it
Peewee Longway, the Blue M&M
Made a million dollar dealin’, food
My style is safari, she [?] my body
And put spikes on top of my Jimmy Choo’s
Got spikes on my Louie Vuitton’s
My diamonds they hit it and fight like a hadouken
That pussy so wet, I think she got shot in the coochie with the uzi
Young Thugga and Longway I don’t fuck with dude’s, playin’ with choppers making breaking news
No doctor prescription but we got the juice
Colossal livin’, Double R Peekaboo

[Hook: PeeWee & Young Thug]
50 some bands on my juice
Spikes on top of Jimmy Choos
So fresh that I made the news
Made a million in the trap, dealin’ fool
20 bands in my locker at school
Me and Longway too cool for you fools
MPA, YSL what it do?
We don’t play fair or play by your rules
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
With a bad bitch smokin’ on fruit
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
In the foreign whip, pullin up, juice
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
We the shit, Thug Life my clique
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice