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Versuri 2pac Thug Style

Fuck 2Pac that nigga ain't shit 
That nigga ain't from muhfuckin' New York 
That nigga be out there with them Cali niggas 
Yo, nigga man, fuck Pac, that nigga West Coast 
That fucker that always with them New York niggas 
 
Seen them with that nigga, man, that nigga ain't from the West Coast 
Man, fuck Pac, fuck that nigga, that nigga ain't really down 
Rapin' ass nigga, I didn't do it fuck it with that nigga 
Fuck that nigga, man, fuck that nigga, let that nigga go to jail 
And fuck that nigga, fuck that nigga, fuck you too nigga 
 
Thug style out this muthafucka niggas 
Throw ya hands in the air 
If you got Jeep make ya speakers pop 
I want muthafucking police 
Trying to pull niggas over on this one 
 
We taking this one to the whole 'nother level 
Gutter style, Thug style, you feel me 
Things that we can only do as a real G 
We ain't dead yet, hit me 
 
I got my Hennessey, find ya foes 
In a room full of niggas tryin' to hide ya hoes 
I'm getting high off Buddha, 'cause the times be slow 
I keep my mind on dough, you never find me broke 
 
And who me, a nigga livin' life like a G 
In that artillery, keepin' niggas off of me 
I can't sleep living in these wicked times 
Peep, niggas after me 'cause they see I'm stacking G's and heat 
 
You can holler if you want to please 
I ain't runnin' with no punk crew bleed 
Enemies and my range is on, you're in the danger zone 
My fuckin' game is strong 
 
Hotline you suckas better find ya mind 
I got mine from hustling and busting them rhymes 
To my niggas up in Quentin down on Riker's Isle 
Stay rile but a nigga gotta use his styles 
 
These niggas don't know my style 
Quick to smile juvenile, was a problem child 
Try to put me in the courts but my force was wild 
Bitchmade ass niggas don't know my style, 
 
These niggas don't know my style 
Quick to smile juvenile, was a problem child 
Try to put me in the courts but my force was wild 
Bitchmade ass niggas don't know my style 
 
I could be wrong but I never got along with cops 
It's like they stuck from making niggas duck from Glocks 
And all the time my mind's full of thoughts of ends 
I'm still rolling my bucket but I bought me a Benz 
 
My fake friends say they love me but I know they lie 
'Cause in the dark see they hearts' full of homicide 
My mama cried when they took me off to jail 
Only me inside the cell, straight locked up in this hell 
 
I hear some sucka screaming like the demon's inside 
Will 'em awake in the morning, only the strong survive 
I cry but in my own way, swallow my pride 
Pick a reason to hide from all the niggas that die 
 
Cemetery full of brothers I buried, it's going down 
Even now I wonder will I still be around 
My hometown is the gutter, I was born a wild 
I came up out this dust with my heartless style 
 
These niggas don't know my style 
Quick to smile juvenile, was a problem child 
Try to put me in the courts but my force was wild 
Bitchmade ass niggas don't know my style 
 
These, niggas don't know my style 
Quick to smile juvenile, was a problem child 
Try to put me in the court but my force was wild 
Bitchmade ass niggas don't know my style 
 
I remember, uptown, huh, got to get to listenin' to Mr. Magic 
Cuttin' up the hits and even though I had habit 
Makin' words rhyme, I was caught up in the madness 
Juvenile Thugs come on, I tell the whole story nothin' but truth 
 
Halloween throwin' eggs from the project roofs 
And Pete and Lee young G's with a gift of gab 
And tryin' to hook up with the hookers 
Who was quick to stab, remember mama's cooking 
 
No school straight hookin' and tryin' to get with light skinned 
'Cause she good looking 
And jumpin' over turnstiles 'cause we ain't paying 
Call the cuties cuss words but we only playing 
 
I'm prayin' I can get a buck no luck 
I had to move around a lot, 'cause my moms was stuck 
I had family but I was way too wild 
Had to move to the West to regain my style 
 
These niggas don't know my style 
Quick to smile juvenile, was a problem child 
Try to put me in the courts but my force was wild 
Bitchmade ass niggas don't know my style 
 
Scream, niggas don't know my style 
Quick to smile juvenile, was a problem child 
Try to put me in the court but my force was wild 
Bitchmade ass niggas don't know my style 
 
I scream, niggas don't know my style 
Quick to smile juvenile, was a problem child 
Try to put me in the courts but my force was wild 
Bitchmade ass niggas don't know my style 
 
These niggas don't know my style 
Quick to smile juvenile, was a problem child 
Try to put me in the court but my force was wild 
Bitchmade ass niggas don't know my style 
 
These niggas don't know my style 
Quick to smile juvenile, was a problem child 
Try to put me in the court but my force was wild 
Bitchmade ass niggas don't know my style 
 
These niggas don't know my style 
Quick to smile juvenile, was a problem child 
Try to put me in the motherfucking court but my force was wild 
Motherfucking bitch
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