[Intro: 2Pac]
The question: "Is it real?"
The answer (Hehehah) to the young muthafuckin' Thugs (Nigga)
K-Doggs (That's right) Young Hollywood (Come on),Big motherfuckin' Malcolm do that (Thug)
Representing on a mothafuckin' higher level
Get yours holler at ya these moterfuckers just don't understand me
They all family (Heeheeheeeheey)
Why don't you niggas hit these bustas up?
[Verse 1: Young Hollywood "Kadafi"]
What's up for '95? Yeah, '95 sound live!
I'm through with crimes, no more runnin' from one-time
Although I know what I'll get for my title
When I was young, that nickel-plated Four-Fifth was my idol
Chrome and stones, bones, and portable phones
Gettin' bungalow while I'm sittin' at home is what I scheme of
So now what I dream of is a life full of trouble
In fact countin' double digit stacks
Lay back for a minute, 500 SEL, yeah, I could see myself in it!
Murder over money, you ever heard of a dummy
With Glocks between his tummy, low down dirty and crummy?
Talkin' bout that Thug Life be the only life I know
Talkin 'bout that drug life without this rap shit
Probably be the only route I go
And matter of fact I know I'll strive through this fo' sho'
Live that Thug Life
The question: "Is it real?"
The answer (Hehehah) to the young muthafuckin' Thugs (Nigga)
K-Doggs (That's right) Young Hollywood (Come on),Big motherfuckin' Malcolm do that (Thug)
Representing on a mothafuckin' higher level
Get yours holler at ya these moterfuckers just don't understand me
They all family (Heeheeheeeheey)
Why don't you niggas hit these bustas up?
[Verse 1: Young Hollywood "Kadafi"]
What's up for '95? Yeah, '95 sound live!
I'm through with crimes, no more runnin' from one-time
Although I know what I'll get for my title
When I was young, that nickel-plated Four-Fifth was my idol
Chrome and stones, bones, and portable phones
Gettin' bungalow while I'm sittin' at home is what I scheme of
So now what I dream of is a life full of trouble
In fact countin' double digit stacks
Lay back for a minute, 500 SEL, yeah, I could see myself in it!
Murder over money, you ever heard of a dummy
With Glocks between his tummy, low down dirty and crummy?
Talkin' bout that Thug Life be the only life I know
Talkin 'bout that drug life without this rap shit
Probably be the only route I go
And matter of fact I know I'll strive through this fo' sho'
Live that Thug Life
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