ft. Tupac Shakur
Money gone fuck friends
I need a homie that know me
when all these muthafuckin' cops be on me
I got problems ain't nobody calling back
now what the fuck is happenin' with my ballin' cats
Remember me I'm ya homie that was down to brawl
Sippin' Hennessy hanging with the clowns and
all we used to do is drink brew, screw and common knew
we had bitches by the dozens oh we fuckin' cousins
You can throw ya middle finger if ya feel me loc
a nigga just got paid and we still was broke
It took time but finally the cash was mine
all the rewards of a hustler stuck in the grind
Look around and all I see is snakes and faces
like scavengers waitin' to take a hustler's pape's
and when you stuck where the fuck is all ya friends
They straight busted and can't be trusted fuck y'all
Fuck all ya, fuck all ya
Ah, I've been a g, been thuggin' since dungarees
Chasing down ice cream in the middle of the street
Bringing home "F"s and blaming it on our teachers
Experimenting with weed, fucking hoes by the bleaches
Shooting street lights on the bricks in the back yard
Playing with guns, we act hard (we was young then)
Friends locked up, we got cousins in the system
No older brother, I am the older brother and it's non fiction
Gang friction, tv trying to convince me
That this black president understand what's against me
He's got the world's best job,
and I don't qualify to sell shoes in the mall
He doesn't understand it all so who am I to call
I was raised by the rappers, schooled by the curb
Fed by trappers, shot at by neighbors and ignored by the fam
You , you don't know who I am, motherfuck y'all
That's right fuck all ya, fuck all ya, fuck all ya
I went from rags to riches quick
to socializing with the baddest bitches
went from a bucket to a rag with switches
I'm seein' death around the corner
I'm bumpin' Gloriaaaa doin' 90 'cause I wanna
I'm getting high like I said it with some chocolate thai
mixed with some indonesia watch me fly
And even though I know the cops behind me
hit the weed and uh I continue doing 90 (Biotch)
will I get caught another ticket get to kick it in court
Fuck the law give a shit I'm even worse than before
I know they wanna see a nigga buried
but I ain't worried still throwing these thangs
got me locked in these chains
and hey nigga what the fuck is you wailin' 'bout
soon as I hit the cell I'll be bailin' out
And when I hit the streets I'm in a rush to ball
I'm screaming Thug Life nigga fuck y'all
Fuck all ya man, fuck all ya, ,nobody, fuck all ya.
Thanks to Andrei
Money gone fuck friends
I need a homie that know me
when all these muthafuckin' cops be on me
I got problems ain't nobody calling back
now what the fuck is happenin' with my ballin' cats
Remember me I'm ya homie that was down to brawl
Sippin' Hennessy hanging with the clowns and
all we used to do is drink brew, screw and common knew
we had bitches by the dozens oh we fuckin' cousins
You can throw ya middle finger if ya feel me loc
a nigga just got paid and we still was broke
It took time but finally the cash was mine
all the rewards of a hustler stuck in the grind
Look around and all I see is snakes and faces
like scavengers waitin' to take a hustler's pape's
and when you stuck where the fuck is all ya friends
They straight busted and can't be trusted fuck y'all
Fuck all ya, fuck all ya
Ah, I've been a g, been thuggin' since dungarees
Chasing down ice cream in the middle of the street
Bringing home "F"s and blaming it on our teachers
Experimenting with weed, fucking hoes by the bleaches
Shooting street lights on the bricks in the back yard
Playing with guns, we act hard (we was young then)
Friends locked up, we got cousins in the system
No older brother, I am the older brother and it's non fiction
Gang friction, tv trying to convince me
That this black president understand what's against me
He's got the world's best job,
and I don't qualify to sell shoes in the mall
He doesn't understand it all so who am I to call
I was raised by the rappers, schooled by the curb
Fed by trappers, shot at by neighbors and ignored by the fam
You , you don't know who I am, motherfuck y'all
That's right fuck all ya, fuck all ya, fuck all ya
I went from rags to riches quick
to socializing with the baddest bitches
went from a bucket to a rag with switches
I'm seein' death around the corner
I'm bumpin' Gloriaaaa doin' 90 'cause I wanna
I'm getting high like I said it with some chocolate thai
mixed with some indonesia watch me fly
And even though I know the cops behind me
hit the weed and uh I continue doing 90 (Biotch)
will I get caught another ticket get to kick it in court
Fuck the law give a shit I'm even worse than before
I know they wanna see a nigga buried
but I ain't worried still throwing these thangs
got me locked in these chains
and hey nigga what the fuck is you wailin' 'bout
soon as I hit the cell I'll be bailin' out
And when I hit the streets I'm in a rush to ball
I'm screaming Thug Life nigga fuck y'all
Fuck all ya man, fuck all ya, ,nobody, fuck all ya.
Thanks to Andrei
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