[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Raised by thugs, schooled by k**ers
I learned mathematics from big time dealers
So now them busters love to see a n***a falling
co*k the Glock, s**ers plotting on a player cause he's ballin'
Up early in the morning, four deep
Creeping in my Jeep n***a, real thugs don't sleep
You'll never k** a real G feel me
How many cops gotta drop 'for they k** me?
Murder in the motherf**ing worst way
Turned to a k**er on my twenty-first birthday
"Boom, boom" on a crooked cop, draw back
Living like a thug till the n***as get the block back
Oh sh**, deep in motion, until we get a grip
My motherf**er's won't quit
Living that Thug Life, tryna make a million off that drug life
I got a Glock named Cop k**er
So read the papers, another Cop caught the vapors
Might spend a little time with a b**h let her know thought
Married to the dope, I live the Thug Life
[Chorus]
*Born in the ghetto as a street thug*
(Gun shots)
*Labelled as a cop k**er*
I live the Thug Life
*Born in the ghetto as a street thug*
(Gun shots)
*Labelled as a cop k**er*
Thug Life
*Born in the ghetto as a street thug*
(Gun shots)
*Labelled as a cop k**er*
Thug Life
*Born in the ghetto as a street thug*
(Gun shots)
*Labelled as a cop k**er*
[Verse 2: Big Syke]
The rules of the street I'm living by
It ain't no rules so n***as got to die
Should I change or rearrange it keeps coming
My Tek-9 will never stop gunning
Motherf**er's down homies they keep trippin'
f** with me and yo' a**'ll come up missing
I'm just a young n***a starving
I need a f**ing vest for the bullets I've been dodging
I'm living on the edge, blast the lead
Wanted by the feds, they gotta take me dead
But I got to get paid first, before they roll me off in the motherf**ing hearse
Cause I'm living the Thug Life fool
Staying strapped and letting that Evil Mind rule
Cause I'm more like a k**er n***a
Put the pressure down and leave your a** disfigured
Got a Tek-9 pointed at your dome, so you know it's on punk as b**h
Better grab the chrome
I refuse to be broke, have to keep trying
So who gives a f** about dying n***a
If you feel you want to take then take me
I be a dead motherf**er 'for you break me
From the present to the grave you'se a ghost
Spraying cops down as I kick in the f**ing door
And lay your wife down, lay your kids down and slice they neck
Then I get respect
Even thought I might pay the price
I'm living the Thug Life, yeah
[Chorus]
*Born in the ghetto as a street thug*
(Gun shots)
*Labelled as a cop k**er*
Thug Life
*Born in the ghetto as a street thug* (How you livin'?)
(Gun shots)
*Labelled as a cop k**er*
Thug Life
*Born in the ghetto as a street thug*
(Gun shots)
*Labelled as a cop k**er*
Thug Life
*Born in the ghetto as a street thug*
(Gun shots)
*Labelled as a cop k**er*
[Verse 3: 2Pac]
I drink Gin, hit Chronic, run with a wild bunch
Thinking of the dead n***as that I knew that die young
Is there a heaven for a n***a up to no good?
Or is it just another f**ing hood?
I'm having talks with my n***a Little G from down the street
And the n***a been dead for three weeks
I'm going crazy, damn is a n***a loc'd
Finger on the trigger, trying not to get smoked
Rolling through the hood with my closest
n***as keep my finger on the trigger cause I'm hopeless
What's wrong with a motherf**er coming up
Making mo' bucks that's why them hoe's f**
Had enough of these punks, thug for life
Can't stand b**hes now f** a wife
I told ya once you can't trust a, don't go out like a buster, f** her (Cause)
Money bring b**hes, b**hes bring lies, hoe's get horny and motherf**er's die
Never turn your back on the game
I'll be letting off shot's till this sh** change, I live the Thug Life
[Outro: Prince Ital Joe]
Yeah watch them blood-clot Police boy
Them love to fire at young black man with gun shot
Me not afraid of none of them
Bust my blood-clot gun
In a second its k** or be k**ed that's not gangsta
All I trying to do is put food on table for my family
So Police boy come f** with me
?? for d**
Me no sell d**, make music song
Chill
Me bust gun at the whole of them
That boy make me feel like me wanna k** the whole of them still