homies that I ain't talk to in a while I'ma send this one out for y'all, knahmean? Cause I ain't mad at cha Heard y'all tearin up shit out there, kickin
But all I know I never let the money get to me Stay down like the, truest Thug Life until I check out this bitch, I thought you knew this Who is, gonna
nap It's a trap a long maze Dreamin' of gettin' stacks Makin' scratch the wrong way What the song say We murder motherfuckers daily Black out blow the crack out
Some Alize and Cristal guaranteed to get right Like misdemeanors is a small thang With DJ Quik in this bitch, I let my balls hang Runnin through the street lights Cause we like, young
Young N-O, to the B-L-E Last name O-U-T-L-A-W-Z M-A-R was the for starters, flee the whole cartridge Your lady blew out the squad and the whole sausage
first born.. [2Pac] Can you picture, young niggaz in a rush to grow til hard timers in the pen, had to crush his throat Probably never even saw it comin
party like Pac Lifes hard from the ox me and my niggas on top [2Pac: repeat 5X] I know the law hate me dearly, comin for me We outlaws, thugged out,
stay strugglin and jugglin with all the might I can muster Since a youngster, been money hungry, moved in One's five's and ten's was funny money So I
"Nobody's, closing me out of my business" (repeat 2X) [2Pac] My definition of a thug nigga "Nobody's, closing me out of my business" Verse One: 2Pac
all the homies that I ain't talk to in a while I'ma send this one out for y'all, knahmean? Cause I ain't mad at cha Heard y'all tearin up shit out
niggas down to die for me Yeah Yeah West Coast Ridaz Comin right behind ya Should've never fucked wit me I want money hoes sex and weed I wont rest
was gone I hung around with the Thugs, and even though they sold drugs They showed a young brother love I moved out and started really hangin I needed money
Don't even ask Why I'm buck wild ? Don't smile don't laugh To the young G's comin up peep game Don't let the money make you change or act strange
shoot? I get stitches, play the game with BB britches. When I was young dreamin 'bout money, fame, and bitches I like fat asses, fat money bags of cash
s up? We done came this far, we can't stop now Em, 50 off the hook, he got to calm down I guess I'm out of control, my mind, body and soul Tell me I'm
beside me, hoes know where to find me Where ever there's money, yeah i'm the shit honey (whoo) Hood nigga with that rubberband brick money If I go broke