(for real) They say stop hustlin' but I don't know how (I can't) I'm trying to get the six big body chromed out (uh-huh) Cause I want more bitches than
talking all that shit What the... you throwing things aite that's it You goin fix it I'm not gonna scream Not on some bitch shit, nothing but chill I'm not calling you a bitch
it Inside the club packin', actin', Got my bitch at home c-sackin', got my ones stackin' Parlay, playin' diamond link, cubin' cable Baddest bitches in
I'm hardly done Write that on your motherfucking izzass So hold up your glass and let's make a lil' tizoast We brag and boast, zig-zag and smoke and keep a big bag of dope
Bitch, ich... schei? auf alles weil ich wei? was ich will, ich wei? Life is a bitch, but I got a license to kill. Du bist ne dumme Bitch die Schei?e quatscht
pray for options but the pressures nonstop Niggaz get the pistol poppin' And watch they body drop I'm a lethal threat, watch me hit your set Flash on, blast on them bitch
Thug Life You know what time it is Feel me Thinkin' back Reminiscing on my teens A young G Gettin' paid over dope fiends Fuckin' off cash that I made
on this track Y'all niggas ain't even on my level I'm going to let my little homies Ride on yah bitch made ass Bad Boys bitches {ahh yo, yo, hold the
(Pow!) I'm playin for keeps, And if a life ain't no turnin back I'ma keep hustlin as long as dope fiends keep burnin crack No love for these bitches
t wanna stop at the brother man But then they'll have an accident and pick up another man I went to the bank to cash my cheque I get more respect from the mutha-fuckin' dope
bitch is lovesick Who's to blame, the guy or the groupie? Heard I was down with D.U., now she wants to do me Oooh-wee! This is the life New bitch every
part time She's a (part time mutha) A part time A part time part time She's a (part time mutha) Meet Cindi, she's twenty-two, lives right on the dope
t want no mail They spendin they riches on skanless bitches who'll stay petrified in jail It's hell, plus all the dealers want a meal ticket Jealous-ass bitches
drunk, smokin' blunts a bitch said I was no good I gives a fuck I spend my time in tha dope spot never had no time for no bitch instead slangin' rocks
turn the lights up Still ballin', 2pac up in this bitch You know how we swing this shit Look [Verse 1: Tupac] By age 16 I sold to dope fiends
in the freezer I'm no joke Mopreme straight lo And you could get smoked You hook the shit you get stroked And all of that And later be back for your motherfuckin dope
*Little kid* Tell me about these fake ass bitches [2Pac] Look here little nigga Most of these niggaz be bitches too but you'll never hear that side
cha) I ain't, mad, at cha [2Pac:] (A true down ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha) [Verse Three: 2Pac] Well guess who's movin up, this nigga's ballin now Bitches