Testi:
Thug Life Street Fame

So fuck it try to work it in the inner city In the land of no pity I made it by the street fame (chorus) (Rated R) Super storm made it by street fame

until my rounds empty, back for the street fame One love to my true thugs Comin' to a ghetto near you, Street fame, bust Comin' to a ghetto near you, Street fame

fuck it try to work it in the inner city In the land of no pity I made it by the street fame (chorus) (Rated R) Super storm made it by street fame I

Tha Street Fame [2pac: Talking] I Owe Them Everything. That's Why I Owe Everything To The 'hood. I've Got Love There. I've Got Love From Thugs And The Street

But now I'm through with money and through with street fame. Somebody peeled my cap and put me in my grave. Chorus From the cradle to the grave, life

without my heater Two big pitts I call them Mobb Bitch Nigga eaters And I won't whimper till I'm gone Thug Life Running through my veins So I'm strong

Rule number one... niggaz die, daily, hahahaha) Hear me! Boo-yaow! (Ready for whatever, hell yeah What type nigga be a Thug Life nigga? Them Thug Life

prevail? Fearing jail but crack sales got me livin' well In a sense I'm suicidal with this thug's life Staying strapped forever trapped in this drug life

A hustla aint a hustla with no motherfuckin dough (dough) A thug aint a thug if his gun dont smoke (smoke) A playa aint a playa if his ass dead broke (broke) (50 Cent) I live Life