real niggas stay on top) Everybody talking 'bout Pac's life (Outlawz) (Verse One: Tupac) Started with five shots, niggas plotting to kill him Never figured that, that same nigga sell five
retarded At night I can't sleep, can't peep As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep Starin at the wall, heard a scream Wake up in the
know ya feel, my tragedy A single mother with a problem child, daddy free Hanging out pickin up game, sippin cheap liquor Gamin the hoochies hoping I can get
ThugLife will never fail (You know, Out on bail) Thuglife niggaz (Y'all Blow that shit - Get me up out this) Thuglife niggaz (Yo, EM!!! Get me up out
hellrazor... born thuggin Heartless and mean, muggin at sixteen On the scene watchin fiends buggin Kickin up dust with the older G's Soakin up the game
bury me with my fo'-five And let the devil feel the wrath of a nigga Goin to Hell with my finger on the trigger Now everybody's starin Got a nigga losin
next door neighbor's havin convo with undercovers Put a surprise in the mailbox, hope she get it Happy birthday bitch, you know you shouldn'ta did it Everybody
your stuck, you're headin' for the bathroom 'bout to get tossed up. Still lookin' for a rich man you dug a ditch, got your legs up tryin' to get
: (Snoop) Up out of there (Tupac) *chuckles* Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party (Snoop) Pump that up G (Tupac) Ahh shit, you done fucked up now --
bust And if you ain't one of us it gets worse Bitch niggas get their eyes swoll in fly mode I'm a homicidal outlaw and five-o, get your lights
: Intro: 2Pac Hey DeVante Nigga, don'tcha know we're gonna sow up every bitch in the country Me and you, up in the same motherfuckin room On the
they say and get your dough nigga Heavy in the game *1 [Lady Levi] Who da bumba claat him a come try take mine? Oooh, me see you rushin up *1 I throw
bring you fake G's to yah knees Copin' pleas with these Little Kim is yah Coked up or doped up Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up What the
I wasn't kiddin then Special ed kid in the back on Ritalin Crib all fucked up, hooptie all fucked up Pockets all fucked up, now nigga wassup? I'm rcih
the money, two for the show Three I want a real big booty to go Check it, for the homies, five for the tricks And everybody down at the Motel Six I had
be better Chorus: [Aaliyah and everybody] Give it up! Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me (repeat 4X) Give it up! We gon' show, you how we party... Up
a wild attack Face to face Sadly solitude And it?s finger popping Twenty-four hour shopping in Rapture Fab Five Freddie told me everybody?s high DJ?