Lyrics

[Intro: 2Pac] Yeah, nigga, drop the top on your motherfuckin' ride This how we do it on the West Coast, baby [Verse 1: 2Pac] Rollin' down the 4-0-5, gettin' high White boys damn near wrecked their shit to check my ride I ain't bein' bootsy, crusin' in a Six-O Impala, drivin' like I'm in a hooptie A Car full of ballin' cats, keep your hand on the strap and take all the craps Niggas know my steelo, all legit, but I'm draped like a nigga movin' kilos Shit don't stop 'cause I can make that ass drop Make the front hop and hit the three-wheel-motion All day hit the freeway, take it easy, uh Let's slide and pick up some hoochies Ride, right back to the movies, high Talkin' back to the screen, drinkin' liquor Havin' big dreams of gettin' richer I'm livin' that [Chorus: 2Pac, Mopreme & Stretch] Thug life, y'all know the rules Gotta do what you gotta do (Stay true) Yeah, Thug life, y'all know the rules Gotta do what you gotta do (Stay true) Uh, Thug life, y'all know the rules Gotta do what you gotta do (Stay true) Yeah, Thug life, y'all know the rules Gotta do what you gotta do, hey (Stay true) [Verse 2: 2Pac & Stretch] Big Stretch, represent the real nigga, Flex Live Squad and this motherfucker catch wreck Thug Life, sharp as a rough knife, shakin' the dice, we roll on dough with nothin' nice So the Vice wanna follow us around - Raise up Got 'em runnin' as we clown through the town - Blaze up Another one, had to throw another gun Don't need another case, you can see it on my face, son But I ain't fallin' yet And I gotta give a shout to my ballers at Mopreme, tell 'em why the hoes dream Gettin' high of a nigga like a dope fiend [Verse 3: Mopreme] 'Cause I'm non-stop and I'm always hustlin' 24/7, ain't nothin' proper, when a Young G's flippin' keys for a livin' Tryna make a mill' of the time that I'm givin' Trippin', mad, I'm crazy, can't nobody fade me And I been goin' insane, lately And everybody tryna hold me back, I'm 'bout to snap You better move back, you know we live the [Chorus: 2Pac, Mopreme & Stretch] Thug life, y'all know the rules Gotta do what you gotta do (Stay true) Thug life, y'all know the rules Gotta do what you gotta do (Stay true) Uhm, Thug life, y'all know the rules Gotta do what you gotta do (Stay true) Uhm, Thug life, y'all know the rules Gotta do what you gotta do (Stay true) [Verse 4: 2Pac] Man, I don't worry about the 5-0 if they start 'Cause it's all about survival, just stay smart Keep your mind on your bank roll Always stay ahead of these stank hoes These days it's an all out cat race, and look at me Just caught another catch case, that makes three My lawyers gettin' cash, off that ass, don't even ask Why I'm buck wild, don't smile, don't laugh To the young G's comin' up; Peep game Don't let the money make you change or act strange Stay focused, all in together now Keep pumpin' loud pull the crowd put my top down Is that 2Pac, Thug Life? Hell, yeah! Tryna dirty up my name but I'm still here Which way do I turn? I'm strapped Lost in the storm, I can't turn back with that [Chorus: 2Pac, Mopreme & Stretch] Thug life, y'all know the rules Gotta do what you gotta do (Stay true) Uh, Thug life, y'all know the rules Gotta do what you gotta do (Stay true) Thug life, y'all know the rules Gotta do what you gotta do (Stay true) Thug life, y'all know the rules Gotta do what you gotta do (Stay true)