Thug Style Lyrics
F**k 2Pac that ni**a ain't sh*t
that ni**a ain't from muhf**kin' New York
That ni**a be out there with them Cali ni**as
Yo ni**a man f**k Pac that ni**a West Coast
that f**ker that always with them New York ni**as
seen them with that ni**a man that ni**a ain't from the West Coast
Man f**k Pac f**k that ni**a that ni**a ain't really down
rapin' a** ni**a I didn't do it f**k it with that ni**a
f**k that ni**a man f**k that ni**a let that ni**a go to jail right
and f**k that ni**a f**k that ni**a f**k you too ni**a
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricenter.com/e1145-2_pac~thug_style_lyrics.html ]
[2Pac]
I'm in this muthaf**ka
I guess these muthaf**kas tryin' to take me out the business right
I guess I ain't East Coast enough for my ni**as back in New York
and I ain't West Coast for these ni**as on the West huh
F**k e'rybody
Heh heh heh...
Thug style out this muthaf**ka ni**as throw ya hands in the air
If you got Jeep make ya speakers pop
I want muthaf**king p***ce trying to pull ni**as 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!!
[Verse One]
I got my Hennessy find ya foes
in a room full of ni**as 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 meee a ni**a livin' life like a G
in that artillery keepin' ni**as off of me
I can't sleep living in these wicked times
peep, ni**as after me 'cause they see I'm stacking G's and heat
You can holler if you want to pleeease
I ain't runnin' with no punk crew beeee
enemies and my range is on
you're in the danger zone
my f**kin' game is strong, Hotline
You s*ckas better find ya mind I got mine
from hustling and busting them rhymes
to my ni**as up in Quentin
Down on Riker's Isle stay rile
But a ni**a gotta use his styles
These,
[Chorus]
Ni**as 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*tchmade a** ni**as don't know my style
These,
Ni**as 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*tchmade a** ni**as don't know my style
[Verse Two]
I could be wrong but I never got along with c*ps
it's like they stuck
from making ni**as 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 s*cka 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 ni**as that die (Rest in Peace)
cemetary 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,
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]
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,
[Chorus]
(Repeat til end)