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In the life we live as thugs,
Everybody fuckin wit us so can't you see
It's hard to be a man
Riding with my guns in hand
[Verse 1 - Tupac]
Why explain the game?
Niggas ain't listenin
Stuck in position
If victims can't stand the heat
Then stay the fuck out the kitchen
Have these bustas switchin, lookin at me mean
Itchin, givin suckas plenty space
Have these bitch niggas snitchin
Where are we now? Guns found daily
The feds drill me and hope that they could finally nail me, for sellin dope
They backwards, make tracks burst whenever I rap
Attack words being known to explode on contact
Extreme at times
Blinded by my passion and fury
Look at me laugh at my competition, flashin my jewelry
You'd stay silent if you niggas knew me
Truly effective
The shit you heard ain't do me justice
Got a death wish, bitch
Run up, face me and trace wit an infra-red beam
It seems niggas ain't recognize my team
Ain't nobody holdin you back
Explode the track to confetti
Unload it
Cuz niggas ain't ready
The life of an outlaw
[Chorus]
In the life we live as thugs,
Everybody fuckin wit us so can't you see
It's hard to be a man
Riding with my guns in hand
[Verse 2 - Tupac]
Code 3
Attack formation
Pull out your pistols
Keep an eye out for the devils cause they itchin to get you.
Mercy to this madman screamin kamikaze in tongue
Automatic gunfire making all my enemies run
Who should I call when I'm shot and bleedin?
Indeed the possibility has part a chase in cream.
Dope got me hatin fiends
Scheme wit my team
Just a chosen few
My foes victims of explosives
Come closer, exhale the fumes
We got memories, fadin fast
A slave for cash
Accelerate, mash, blast, then dash
Don't look now
How you like it, raw
Niggas ain't ready for the wrath of the outlaws
Never surrender
Death before dishonor
Stay free
I'm thugged out
Fuck the world cause this is how they made me
Scarred but still breathin
Believe in me and you could see the victory
A warrior in jewels
Can you picture me?
Life of and outlaw
[Chorus]
In the life we live as thugs,
Everybody fuckin wit us so can't you see
It's hard to be a man
Riding with my guns in hand
[Verse 3]
Young Noble
City under siege
It's like I can't even breathe
I'm from the state of car thieves
G, deep from the street
Plenty beef
I play for keeps, arrange the whole crime scene
Mobb Deep
This nigga from behind tryin to creep
No halfs wit no straps, j
It's on to bounce back
And an ounce so fat, they snatch my style off that
Get this grip wit hollows to get cha
Snip wit clippers
Get the picture?
I wrote my life down like a scripture
EDI
And I'm still on lost in the land of the lonely
Where ain't nobody holy
A matter of a fact, we unholy
Everybody livin solely for themselves
Too high strung to help
Somebody need me
You know we lost hope and we needin it
Wit the evil it's forever
But it might be low down, scandalouz like a tramp is
All for the street fame on how to be managed
To plan shit
6 months in advanced to what we plotted
Approved to go on swole and now I got it
[Kastro]
And uh, un-crack my window
Knowin they'd love to catch Kastro sleepin
Attach a strap under my pillow and a hand like we freakin
Creepin deep into morning
Peepin out the weak
While they yawnin and let my cloud speak for itself
No doubt
Outlaw
Outta my mind, outta time
You're all blind
Some kind of life of mine
K-Dogg don't mind
Findin it funny, matter of fact, cuz it is
Perhaps finally I look at that true over the years as an outlaw
Tupac: Eh, Napoleon
Napoleon: What's up nigga
Tupac: Would you die for me, nigga?
Napoleon: Hell yeah
Tupac: Would you kill for me?
Napoleon: On my grandmother, nigga
Tupac: Ah yo
Napoleon: What's up
Tupac: Let's ride on them stupid bitches right now
Watch out
[Napoleon]
Well now they all say they roaches and parasites
Snakes are all alike
Thug Life break night
Drink till we fist fight
Life or death
But you can't win with a vest
But there won't be no breathing for the reason
Punk bitch on your breath
I see day is dark and I admit it's dark
So chase me now hide your stash
But beware foolin marks
And yo, Makaveli
Give me them bullets that was left up in your belly
And let me bust back on them niggas till they cold and sweaty
[Chorus] 4x
In the life we live as thugs,
Everybody fuckin wit us so can't you see
It's hard to be a man
Riding with my guns in hand
Translate to:
In the life we live as thugs,
Everybody fuckin wit us so can't you see
It's hard to be a man
Riding with my guns in hand
[Verse 1 - Tupac]
Why explain the game?
Niggas ain't listenin
Stuck in position
If victims can't stand the heat
Then stay the fuck out the kitchen
Have these bustas switchin, lookin at me mean
Itchin, givin suckas plenty space
Have these bitch niggas snitchin
Where are we now? Guns found daily
The feds drill me and hope that they could finally nail me, for sellin dope
They backwards, make tracks burst whenever I rap
Attack words being known to explode on contact
Extreme at times
Blinded by my passion and fury
Look at me laugh at my competition, flashin my jewelry
You'd stay silent if you niggas knew me
Truly effective
The shit you heard ain't do me justice
Got a death wish, bitch
Run up, face me and trace wit an infra-red beam
It seems niggas ain't recognize my team
Ain't nobody holdin you back
Explode the track to confetti
Unload it
Cuz niggas ain't ready
The life of an outlaw
[Chorus]
In the life we live as thugs,
Everybody fuckin wit us so can't you see
It's hard to be a man
Riding with my guns in hand
[Verse 2 - Tupac]
Code 3
Attack formation
Pull out your pistols
Keep an eye out for the devils cause they itchin to get you.
Mercy to this madman screamin kamikaze in tongue
Automatic gunfire making all my enemies run
Who should I call when I'm shot and bleedin?
Indeed the possibility has part a chase in cream.
Dope got me hatin fiends
Scheme wit my team
Just a chosen few
My foes victims of explosives
Come closer, exhale the fumes
We got memories, fadin fast
A slave for cash
Accelerate, mash, blast, then dash
Don't look now
How you like it, raw
Niggas ain't ready for the wrath of the outlaws
Never surrender
Death before dishonor
Stay free
I'm thugged out
Fuck the world cause this is how they made me
Scarred but still breathin
Believe in me and you could see the victory
A warrior in jewels
Can you picture me?
Life of and outlaw
[Chorus]
In the life we live as thugs,
Everybody fuckin wit us so can't you see
It's hard to be a man
Riding with my guns in hand
[Verse 3]
Young Noble
City under siege
It's like I can't even breathe
I'm from the state of car thieves
G, deep from the street
Plenty beef
I play for keeps, arrange the whole crime scene
Mobb Deep
This nigga from behind tryin to creep
No halfs wit no straps, j
It's on to bounce back
And an ounce so fat, they snatch my style off that
Get this grip wit hollows to get cha
Snip wit clippers
Get the picture?
I wrote my life down like a scripture
EDI
And I'm still on lost in the land of the lonely
Where ain't nobody holy
A matter of a fact, we unholy
Everybody livin solely for themselves
Too high strung to help
Somebody need me
You know we lost hope and we needin it
Wit the evil it's forever
But it might be low down, scandalouz like a tramp is
All for the street fame on how to be managed
To plan shit
6 months in advanced to what we plotted
Approved to go on swole and now I got it
[Kastro]
And uh, un-crack my window
Knowin they'd love to catch Kastro sleepin
Attach a strap under my pillow and a hand like we freakin
Creepin deep into morning
Peepin out the weak
While they yawnin and let my cloud speak for itself
No doubt
Outlaw
Outta my mind, outta time
You're all blind
Some kind of life of mine
K-Dogg don't mind
Findin it funny, matter of fact, cuz it is
Perhaps finally I look at that true over the years as an outlaw
Tupac: Eh, Napoleon
Napoleon: What's up nigga
Tupac: Would you die for me, nigga?
Napoleon: Hell yeah
Tupac: Would you kill for me?
Napoleon: On my grandmother, nigga
Tupac: Ah yo
Napoleon: What's up
Tupac: Let's ride on them stupid bitches right now
Watch out
[Napoleon]
Well now they all say they roaches and parasites
Snakes are all alike
Thug Life break night
Drink till we fist fight
Life or death
But you can't win with a vest
But there won't be no breathing for the reason
Punk bitch on your breath
I see day is dark and I admit it's dark
So chase me now hide your stash
But beware foolin marks
And yo, Makaveli
Give me them bullets that was left up in your belly
And let me bust back on them niggas till they cold and sweaty
[Chorus] 4x
In the life we live as thugs,
Everybody fuckin wit us so can't you see
It's hard to be a man
Riding with my guns in hand