lirik lagu 2 pac - life's so hard
from gang related soundtrack
ma-ah-an, it ain’t easy
they got me goin cold-hearted
probation, violation, incarceration
frustration, you know
f-ck that, n-gg- d-mn near bouts to start basin
it’s hard! hard on a n-gg- {-coughing-}
hard on a n-gg- (yeah it is, yeah it is)
{-whispered-} kill kill kill, murder murder murder
watch out n-gg-!
chorus: now tell me do you see
life’s so hard on a n-gg- when you livin like a g
(repeat 2x)
[tupac – chorus 2x throughout]
daz in this motherf-cker
alright bwoy, drop that sh-t
wh-ssup man? always listen to that sh-t?
that thug criminal sh-t? peep game n-gg-, peep game, feel me
[verse one]
travel through my mind am i blind it’s a shame
young n-gg-z 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 n-gg-z death
these are the rough times, best to hurry up
and duck muh’f-cker ‘fore i buck mine
it’s gettin crazy and everybody’s strapped
surrounded by n-gg-z but nary a motherf-cker down to watch my back
these are the b-tch made n-gg-z, you been played n-gg-
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’f-cker that can outrun a bullet
it’s them thug life n-gg-z and we don’t like tricks
got these punk wannabes and they jockin like b-tches
now my riches is gettin hoes on it’s own
f-ck 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 b-tch made n-gg- worry me
catch me slippin, empty the clip and bury me
h-ll nah n-gg- have to plug me twice
ain’t no slippin when you thug for life, motherf-cker can you see?
[chorus 2x]
[verse three]
never bow down let these other b-tches crawl
i’m a thug motherf-cker and these thugs only ball
ain’t no half steppin here, from the cradle to the grave
i’m a muhf-ckin fool, but i choose to get paid
now my pockets gettin empty, and i’m panicked in a fright
me and my b-tch named nina are fiendin tonight
ain’t n-body livin safe, got a plot, and i’m stressin
all i want, is my muh’f-ckin 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 d-ck
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 b-tches don’t know me (who? who?)
but playa haters can’t fade me (why?)
cause this is thug life n-gg- 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
n-gg-z in h-ll 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 n-gg-z sh-t
a young n-gg- 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 n-gg-z too
and now we rich ain’t no b-tch than can touch us
and it’s a trip, how we clown, when we f-ck sl-ts
bust nuts then i cut, that’s my new thang
and motherf-ckers got on do-rags
[chorus 2x]
can i get paid, can i get paid, can i motherf-ckin get paid
n-gg- can work for his money all motherf-ckin day and
still never see a piece of it, you understand me?
it’s not about the nice guy
it’s bout the hardworkin motherf-ckin thug n-gg-
if you ain’t a thug n-gg-, you ain’t really doin nothin
(chorus repeats in background)
you ain’t really makin nothin
these motherf-ckin 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 n-gg-z like that all day
so if you don’t watch your motherf-ckin stack
believe me, this could be your last breath…
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