Ma-ah-an, it ain't easy
   They got me goin cold-hearted
   Probation, violation, incarceration
   Frustration, you know
   Fuck that, nigga damn near bouts to start basin
   It's hard! Hard on a nigga {*coughing*}
   Hard on a nigga (yeah it is, yeah it is)
   {*whispered*} Kill kill kill, murder murder murder
   Watch out nigga!
  
   Chorus: Now tell me do you see
   Life's so hard on a nigga when you livin like a G
   (repeat 2X)
  
   [Tupac - chorus 2X throughout]
   Daz in this motherfucker
   Alright bwoy, drop that shit
   Whassup man? Always listen to that shit?
   That thug criminal shit? Peep game nigga, peep game, feel me
  
   [Verse One]
   Travel through my mind am I blind it's a shame
   Young niggaz gettin murdered straight took out the game
   As I sit here puffin on a cigarette
   Gotta be ready, never know who's plottin on a niggaz death
   These are the rough times, best to hurry up
   and duck muh'fucker 'fore I buck mine
   It's gettin crazy and everybody's strapped
   Surrounded by niggaz but nary a motherfucker down to watch my back
   These are the bitch made niggaz, you been played nigga
   While you starvin and broke they pullin six figures
   Oooh, what can you do
   when you can't trust your crew, time to bust out the wenty-two
   Boo-yaow! Ran out of weed, so I'm sippin
   on this Hennesey, tell me, do you feel me?
   Heyyy, I have no remorse
   as I take another sip of my liquor and spit my sick thoughts, oooh
  
   [Chorus]
  
   [Verse Two]
   Thuggin to the fullest, got my strap, I'ma pull it
   I'm the first muh'fucker that can outrun a bullet
   It's them Thug Life niggaz and we don't like tricks
   Got these punk wannabes and they jockin like bitches
   Now my riches is gettin hoes on it's own
   Fuck a mystery, do you wanna get with me, then let's bone
   I'ma take her to my hideout, cause I'm smokin that spinach
   and stayin strong to the finish and then I ride out
   See you on the freeway, sorry baby
   but I gotta call my homey see what he say
   I ain't got no time, I gotta get mine
   I keep my mind on my loot, I'll shoot everytime
   And ain't no way I'ma let bitch made nigga worry me
   Catch me slippin, empty the clip and bury me
   Hell nah nigga have to plug me twice
   Ain't no slippin when you Thug for Life, motherfucker can you see?
  
   [Chorus 2X]
  
   [Verse Three]
   Never bow down let these other bitches crawl
   I'm a Thug motherfucker and these Thugs only ball
   Ain't no half steppin here, from the cradle to the grave
   I'm a muhfuckin fool, but I choose to get paid
   Now my pockets gettin empty, and I'm panicked in a fright
   Me and my bitch named Nina are fiendin tonight
   Ain't nobody livin safe, got a plot, and I'm stressin
   All I want, is my muh'fuckin money, ain't no question
   Don't try to stall little trick, cause we hit
   So bring in the scissors and get to clippin at his dick
   I'd rather die young than die old and broke
   That's why I stay drunk, and I constantly smoke
   My memories as a youngsta, hangin with the homies
   But now I'm doin bad and them bitches don't know me (Who? Who?)
   But playa haters can't fade me (Why?)
   Cause this is Thug Life nigga and we're crazy, tell me do you see?
  
   [Chorus 2X]
  
   [Verse Four]
   Yeah, constantly runnin from danger ain't no stranger to cop cars
   Gettin arrested and tested wearin a vest and don't drop my guards
   My life is hectic my homies send mail from jail
   Niggaz in Hell got some horrible stories to tell
   I'm catchin cases and still tryin to stack a grip
   The IRS is tryin to stress off a niggaz shit
   A young nigga never had a prayer to prevail
   And all my peers doin years locked up in jail
   What can I do, stay strapped, get a bigger crew
   And creep around with them Dogg Pound niggaz too
   And now we rich ain't no bitch than can touch us
   And it's a trip, how we clown, when we fuck sluts
   Bust nuts then I cut, that's my new thang
   And motherfuckers got on do-rags
  
   [Chorus 2X]
  
   Can I get paid, can I get paid, can I motherfuckin get paid
   Nigga can work for his money all motherfuckin day and
   still never see a piece of it, you understand me?
   It's not about the nice guy
   It's bout the hardworkin motherfuckin Thug nigga
   If you ain't a Thug nigga, you ain't really doin nothin
  
   (Chorus repeats in background)
  
   You ain't really makin nothin
   These motherfuckin po-po's and these pink folks
   got it all locked up for us to fail
   See how they did O.J., and they doin niggaz like that all day
   So if you don't watch your motherfuckin stack
   believe me, this could be your last breath...
  
   [Chorus 2X] to fade