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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?