"Alright now, here we go"

[Verse One: 2Pac]

Tell me, how many real motherfuckers feel me? I smoke a blunt
and freak the funk until these jealous motherfuckers kill me
I´m out the gutter, pick a hero
I´m 165 and staying high til I die, my competion´s zero
Cause I could give a fuck about you, better duck
Or I´ll be forced to hit yo ass up I give a fuck
I´m sick inside my mind, why you sweatin me?
It´s gonna take an army full of crooked ass cops to come and get me
Niggaz know I ain´t the one to sleep on, I´m under pressure
Gotta sleep with my piece, an extra clip beside my dresser
Word to God I´ve been ready to die since I was born
I don´t want no shit but niggaz trip and yo it´s on
Open fire on my adversaries, don´t even worry
Better have on a vest aim for the chest and then you buried
It´s a man´s world, niggaz get played, another stray
Hope I live to see another day, hey
I´m getting sweated by these undercovers, who can I trust?
Got my mama stressin thinkin it´s a drug bust
Gotta get paid but all the drama that´s attached
We living a Drug Life, Thug Life, each day could be my last
Will I blast when it´s time to shoot? Don´t even ask
That´s the consequences when ya livin, fast
Six bricks of tricks, for my niggaz, I gotta come up
and recoup, you keep the dope just bring me six figures
Is it a bust? I hear the sirens, run for cover
over the fence and open fire

"Alright now, here we go"

[Verse Two: 2Pac]

These motherfuckers on my ass I´m in traffic, will it be tragic?
I´m comin round the corner like I´m Magic
Doin ninety on the freeway, and hittin switches
In a high speed chase with these punk bitches
Don´t turn around I ain´t givin up, cause they don´t worry me
Pussy ass bitches better bury me
Runnin outta gas time to park it, I´m on foot
We in the hood, how the fuck they gon catch a crook? Haha
I got away cause I´m clever
Went to my neighbors for a favor now you know players stick together
I watch the scene from the rooftop, spittin loogies
at the coppers that persue me, beotch!
I be a hustler til it´s over, motherfucker
Open fire on you bustas

"Alright now, here we go"

[Verse Three: 2Pac]

Don´t try to follow me, I´m headed outta state
I gotta pay my fuckin bills, so I´m transportin weight
Change my plates, pick up my nigga, and now we rollin
Droppin keys like they stolen, hehe
Tell me who do you fear? I´m outta town until the coast is clear
Enough dope to last a year
They got me running from the police, nowhere to go
With the lights out, rollin down a dirt road
But I ain´t goin alive, I´d rather die than be a convict
I´d rather fire on my target
I hit the corner doing ninety, ahhhh shit!
Them bitches right behind me
They take a shot and hit my fuckin tires
Now, jump out the car then I open fire, sucka!

Hahahaha, Thug Life!