Thug Style

F*** 2Pac that n**** ain't s*** That n**** ain't from moherf***in' New York That n**** be out there with them Cali n****s Yo n**** man f*** Pac that n**** West Coast That f***er that always with them New York n****s Seen them with that n**** man that n**** ain't from the West Coast Man f*** Pac f*** that n**** that n**** ain't really down Rapin' a** n**** I didn't do it f*** it with that n**** F*** that n**** man f*** that n**** let that n**** go to jail right And f*** that n**** f*** that n**** f*** you too n**** (I'm in this motherucka') (I guess these muthaf***as tryin' to take me out the business right) (I guess I ain't East Coast enough for my n****s back in New York) (And I ain't West Coast for these n****s on the West huh?) (F*** e'rybody) Hehehe Thug style out this motherf***a' n****s throw ya hands in the air If you got Jeep make ya speakers pop I want motherf***in' police trying to pull n****s over on this one We taking this one to the whole 'nother level gutter style Thug style You feel me, things that we can only do as a real G We ain't dead yet, feel me!! I got my Hennessy find ya foes In a room full of n****s tryin' to hide ya hoes I'm getting high off Buddha Cause the times be slow I keep my mind on dough You never find me broke And who me a n**** livin' life like a G In that artillery keepin' n****s off of me I can't sleep living in these wicked times Peep, n****s after me cause they see I'm stacking G's and heat You can holler if you want to please I ain't runnin' with no punk crew be Enemies and my range is on You're in the danger zone My f***in' game is strong, Hotline You suckas better find ya mind I got mine From hustling and busting them rhymes To my n****s up in Quentin Down on Riker's Isle stay rile But a n**** gotta use his styles, these N****s don't know my style Quick to smile juvenile Was a problem child Try to put me in the courts But my force was wild B**** made a** n****s don't know my style These, n****s don't know my style Quick to smile juvenile Was a problem child Try to put me in the courts But my force was wild B**** made a** n****s don't know my style I could be wrong but I never got along with cops It's like they stuck From making n****s duck from Glocks all the time My mind's full of thoughts of ends I'm still rolling my bucket but I bought me a Benz (tadow) My fake friends say they love me but I know they lie Cause in the dark see they hearts' full of homicide My mama cried when they took me off to jail Only me inside the cell Straight locked up in this hell I hear some sucka' screaming like the demon's inside Will 'em away in the morning Only the strong survive I cry but in my own way Swallow my pride pick a reason to hide From all the n****s that die (Rest in Peace) Cemetery full of brothers I buried It's going down even now I wonder Will I still be around my hometown is the gutter I was born a wild came up out this dust With my heartless style, these N****s don't know my style Quick to smile juvenile Was a problem child Try to put me in the courts But my force was wild B**** made a** n****s don't know my style These, n****s don't know my style Quick to smile juvenile Was a problem child Try to put me in the courts But my force was wild B**** made a** n****s don't know my style I remember Uptown huh got to get to listenin' To Mr. Magic cuttin' up the hits And even though I had habit makin' words rhyme I was caught up in the madness Juvenile thugs come on I tell the whole story nothin' but truth Halloween throwin' eggs from the project roofs And Pete and Lee young G's With a gift of gab and tryin' to hook up with the hookers Who was quick to stab remember mama's cooking No school straight hookin' And tryin' to get with light skinned Cause she good looking And jumpin' over turnstiles cause we ain't paying Call the cuties cuss words but we only playing (biotch) I'm prayin' I can get a buck no luck I had to move around a lot Cause my moms was stuck I had family but I was way too wild Had to move to the West to regain my style, these N****s don't know my style Quick to smile juvenile Was a problem child Try to put me in the courts But my force was wild B**** made a** n****s don't know my style These, n****s don't know my style Quick to smile juvenile Was a problem child Try to put me in the courts But my force was wild B**** made a** n****s don't know my style --- Thug Style - 2Pac