[2Pac]
Kill, kill, kill
Kill, kill, kill

[Verse 1]
Raised by thugs schooled by killers
I learned mathematics from big-time dealers
So how the fuck these love to see a n***a fallin'
Pop the Glock, suckas plottin' on a playa 'cause he's ballin'
Up early in the mornin' four deep
Creepin' in my Jeep, n***a real thugs don't sleep
You'll never kill a real g, feel me
How many cops gotta drop 'fore they kill me
Murder in the muthafuckin' worst way
Turned to a killa on my 21st birthday
Boom, boom, on a crooked cop, drop that
Livin' like a thug 'til these n***as get they block back
Oh shit, deep in motion
'Til we get a grip, my muthafuckas won't quit
Livin' that Thug Life!
Tryin' to make a million of that drug life
I got a Glock named cop killa
So read the papers, another cop caught the vapors
Might spend a little time with a bitch let her know (ho)
I'm married to the jungle, I live the Thug Life
[Chorus]
Born in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop killa
I live the Thug Life
Born in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop killa
Thug Life
Born in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop killa
Thug Life
Born in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop killa
Thug Life
Born in the ghetto as a street thug (How You Livin'?), labeled as a cop killa
Thug Life
Born in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop killa
Thug Life
Born in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop killa

[Verse 2]
I drink Gin, hit chronic, run with a wild
Bunch thinkin' of dead n***as that I knew that died young
Is there a heaven for a n***a up to no good
Or is it just another fuckin' hood?
I'm havin' talks with my n***a little g from down the street
And the n***a been dead for three weeks
I'm goin' crazy, damn is a n***a loc'd
Finger on the trigger, tryin' not to get smoked
Rollin' through the hood with my flosses
N***as keep my finger on the trigger 'cause I'm hopeless
What's wrong with a muthafucker comin' up
Makin' mo' bucks that's why them hoes fuck
Had enough of these punks, thug for life
Can't stand bitches now fuck a wife
I told you once you can't trust her
Don't go out like a busta, fuck her
Money bring bitches, bitches bring lies
Hoes get horny and muthafuckers die
Never turn your back on the game
I'll be lettin' off shots 'til the shit change
I live the Thug Life!
[Chorus]
Born in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop killa
Born in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop killa
Born in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop killa
Born in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop killa
Born in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop killa
Born in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop killa
Born in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop killa
Born in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop killa
Born in the ghetto as a street thug, labeled as a cop killa

[Collision]
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