[Verse 1 - 2Pac]
Follow me, tell me if you feel me
I think niggas is tryin' to kill me
Picturin' pistols, spittin' hollow points 'til they drill me
Keepin' it real, and even if I do conceal
My criminal thoughts, preoccupied with keepin' steel
See, niggas is false, sittin' in court, turned snitches
That used to be real, but now they petrified bitches
I'm tryin' to be strong, they sendin' armies out to bomb me
Listen to Ron, the only DJ that can calm me
Constantly armed, my firepower keep me warm
I'm trapped in the storm and fuck the world 'til I'm gone
Bitches be warned: word is bond, you'll get torn
I'm bustin' on Giuliani, he rubbin' my niggas wrong
And then it's on, before I leave, picture me
I'm spittin' at punk bitches and hustlin' to be free
Watch me set it, niggas don't want it, you can get it
Bet it make these jealous niggas mad I said it
This thug life nigga, we don't cater to you hoes
Fuck with me and have a hundred motherfuckers at yo' do' with 44's
Hahahahaha, yeah, nigga! Thug Life!
[Verse 2 - Frenzo]
In the sanctuary, I just banged a jezzy
I've got her coming back like Makaveli
She wanna stay the night, I wanna lay the pipe
Late at night, big dick she's got stage fright
Next day she was limping, scrimping
Plush restaurants, we've got the shrimp in
They're acting like they've never seen a Paki pimping, stinking
Connect don't speak, he's just blinking
Cocaine I was sprinkling
Pimp that bitch out until she's wrinkling
Looking for a pie to put my finger in, mingling
When I was in pen I could hear the keys jingling, tingling
Smoking on Mimosa, just ate a samosa, I tell her come closer
This fast ting ain't fitting in the holster, no Sir, sticky like a poster
We've got mob ties like La Cosa Nostra, hit you with the toaster
Follow me, tell me if you feel me
I think niggas is tryin' to kill me
Picturin' pistols, spittin' hollow points 'til they drill me
Keepin' it real, and even if I do conceal
My criminal thoughts, preoccupied with keepin' steel
See, niggas is false, sittin' in court, turned snitches
That used to be real, but now they petrified bitches
I'm tryin' to be strong, they sendin' armies out to bomb me
Listen to Ron, the only DJ that can calm me
Constantly armed, my firepower keep me warm
I'm trapped in the storm and fuck the world 'til I'm gone
Bitches be warned: word is bond, you'll get torn
I'm bustin' on Giuliani, he rubbin' my niggas wrong
And then it's on, before I leave, picture me
I'm spittin' at punk bitches and hustlin' to be free
Watch me set it, niggas don't want it, you can get it
Bet it make these jealous niggas mad I said it
This thug life nigga, we don't cater to you hoes
Fuck with me and have a hundred motherfuckers at yo' do' with 44's
Hahahahaha, yeah, nigga! Thug Life!
[Verse 2 - Frenzo]
In the sanctuary, I just banged a jezzy
I've got her coming back like Makaveli
She wanna stay the night, I wanna lay the pipe
Late at night, big dick she's got stage fright
Next day she was limping, scrimping
Plush restaurants, we've got the shrimp in
They're acting like they've never seen a Paki pimping, stinking
Connect don't speak, he's just blinking
Cocaine I was sprinkling
Pimp that bitch out until she's wrinkling
Looking for a pie to put my finger in, mingling
When I was in pen I could hear the keys jingling, tingling
Smoking on Mimosa, just ate a samosa, I tell her come closer
This fast ting ain't fitting in the holster, no Sir, sticky like a poster
We've got mob ties like La Cosa Nostra, hit you with the toaster
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