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[Verse 1: 2Pac] The feds is watchin', niggas plottin' to get me Will I survive? Will I die? Come on, let's picture the possibility Givin' me charges, lawyers makin' a grip I told the judge I was raised wrong and that's why I blaze shit Was hyper as a kid, cold as a teenager On my mobile, callin' big shots on the scene major Packin' hundreds in my drawers, fuck the law Bitches, I fuck with a passion, I'm livin' rough and raw Catchin' cases at a fast rate, ballin' in the fast lane Hustle 'til the mornin', never stopped until the cash came Live my life as a thug nigga until the day I die Livе my life as a boss player, 'cause еven gettin' high These niggas got me tossin' shit I put the top down, now it's time to floss my shit Keep your head up, nigga, make these motherfuckers suffer The game sharper than a motherfuckin' razor blade Say money bring bitches, bitches bring lies One nigga's gettin' jealous and motherfuckers die Depend on me like the first and fifteenth They might hold me for a second, but these punks won't get me We got four niggas in low riders and ski masks Screamin', "Thug Life" every time they pass, all eyes on me Live the life of a thug nigga until the day I die Live the life of a boss player (All eyes on me) 'cause even gettin' high [Chorus: 2Pac, Ice Cube] I let them niggas know it's on for life So let the Westside ride tonight All eyes on me Live the life of a thug nigga until the day I die Live the life of a boss player (All eyes on me) 'cause even gettin' high I started this gangsta shit and this the motherfuckin thanks I get?(Hello) I let them niggas know it's on for life So let the Westside ride tonight [Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G] Relax and take notes, while I take tokes of the marijuana smoke Throw you in a choke, gun smoke, gun smoke Biggie Smalls for mayor, the rap slayer The hooker layer, motherfucker say your prayers Hail Mary full of grace, smack the bitch in the face Take her Gucci bag and the North Face Off her back, jab her if she act Funny with the money oh you got me mistaken honey I don't wanna rape ya, I just want the paper The Visa, capeesha? I'm out like, "The Vapors" Who's the one you call Mr. Macho, the head honcho Swift fist like Camacho, I got so Much style I should be down wit the Stylistics Make up to break up niggas need to wake up Smell the Indonesia, beat you to a seizure Then fuck your moms, hit the skins to amnesia She don't remember shit! Just the two hits! Her hittin' the floor, and me hittin' the clit' Suckin' on the tits! Had the hooker beggin' for the dick And your moms ain't ugly love, my dick got rock quick I guess I was a combination of House of Pain and Bobby Brown I was "Humpin' Around" and "Jump-in Around" Jacked her then I asked her who's the man, she said, "B-I-G" Then I bust in her E-Y-E (Yo Big, you're dead wrong) [Chorus: 2Pac, Ice Cube] I let them niggas know it's on for life So let the Westside ride tonight All eyes on me Live the life of a thug nigga until the day I die Live the life of a boss player (All eyes on me) 'cause even gettin' high I started this gangsta shit and this the motherfuckin thanks I get?(Hello) I let them niggas know it's on for life So let the Westside ride tonight [Verse 3: Eazy-E, Ice Cube] Aw yeah, let's take a trip Just sit back and light a spliff with this and don't slip On a funky-dope track jump back Strapped with a fat boota sack and a 7-8 flak Come clean, gangsta lean, I got green But I serve dubs like it ain't no thing I hang with OG playaz don't set trip Or you might get what we call the rat pack I don't slack when it come to street I kick real g funk to a gangsta beat It's so sweet, when you got money to spend I got a proper big tilt and a fly-ass Benz I make ends, spend my dough on no ho That's how it is, and that's how it goes Act like ya know when I creep real slow Givin love to them playaz that I know is real g's(Hello) [Verse 4: Ice Cube] The motherfuckin world is a ghetto Full of magazines, full clips, and heavy metal When the smoke settle I'm just lookin' for a big yellow In six inch stilletos Dr. Dre {Hello} perculatin' keep em waitin While you sittin here hatin, yo' bitch is hyperventilatin' Hopin' that we penetratin, you gets natin' Cause I never been to Satan, for hardcore administratin' Gangbang affiliatin, MC Ren'll have you Wildin' off a zone and a whole half a gallon (Get to dialin) 9 1 1 emergency (And you can tell em) It's my son he's hurtin me (And he's a felon) On parole for robbery Ain't no coppin a plea, ain't no stoppin' a G I'm in the 6 you got to hop in the 3, company monopoly You handle shit sloppily I drop a ki properly They call me the Don Dada Pop a collar, drop a dollar if you hear me you can holla Even rottweilers, follow, the Impala Wanna talk about this concrete? Nigga I'm a scholar The incredible, hetero-sexual, credible Beg a ho, let it go, dick ain't edible Nigga ain't federal, I plan shit While you hand picked motherfuckers givin up transcripts [Chorus: 2Pac, Ice Cube] I let them niggas know it's on for life So let the Westside ride tonight All eyes on me Live the life of a thug nigga until the day I die Live the life of a boss player (All eyes on me) 'cause even gettin' high I started this gangsta shit and this the motherfuckin thanks I get?