2Pac – All Eyez On Me (feat. Big Syke) Lyrics

All Eyez On Me

2Pac (feat. Big Syke)

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"All Eyez On Me." - 2Pac (feat. Big Syke)

Tuesday, 20 October 2026, 08:10 am

Album: All Eyez On Me

Track No: 10

Big Syke, 'Nook, Hank, Bogart, Big Sur (Yeah)
Y'all know how this shit go (You know)
All eyes on me
Motherfuckin' OG
Roll up in the club and shit (That right?)
All eyes on me
All eyes on me
But you know what?
I bet you got it twisted, you don't know who to trust
So many player hatin' **** tryna sound like us
Say they ready for the funk, but I don't think they knowin'
Straight to the depths of hell is where those cowards goin'
Well, are you still down, ****? Holla when you see me
And let these devils be sorry for the day they finally freed me
I got a caravan of **** every time we ride
Hittin' motherfuckers up when we pass by
Until I die, live the life of a boss player
'Cause even when I'm high, fuck with me and get crossed later
The future's in my eyes 'cause all I want is cash and thangs
A five-double-o Benz, flauntin' flashy rings
Uh, bitches pursue me like a dream
Been known to disappear before your eyes just like a dope fiend
It seems, my main thang was to be major paid
The game sharper than a motherfuckin' razor blade
Say money bring bitches, bitches bring lies
One ****'s gettin' jealous and motherfuckers die
Depend on me like the first and fifteenth
They might hold me for a second, but these punks won't get me
We got foe ****, in low riders and ski masks
Screamin', "Thug life" every time they pass, all eyes on me
Live the life of a thug **** until the day I die
Live the life of a boss player 'cause even gettin' high (All eyes on me)
All eyes on me
Live the life of a thug **** until the day I die
Live the life of a boss player 'cause even gettin' high
Hey, to my **** 'Pac
So much trouble in the world, ****
Can't nobody feel your pain
The world's changin' every day, time's movin' fast
My girl said I need a raise, how long will she last?
I'm caught between my woman and my pistol and my chips
Triple beam, got some smokers on, whistle as I dip
I'm lost in the land, with no plan, livin' life flawless
Crime boss, contraband, let me toss this
Mediocres got a lot of nerve, let my bucket swerve, I'm takin' off from the curb
The nervousness neglect make me pack a TEC
Devoted to servin' this, Moët and pay checks
Like Akai satellite, ****, I'm forever ballin'
It ain't right, parasites, triggers, and fleas crawlin'
Sucker, duck and get busted, no emotion
My devotion is handlin' my business, ****, keep on coastin'
Where you goin', I been there, came back, it's lonely, homie
Steady flowin' against the grain, **** still don't know me
It's about the money in this rap shit, this crap shit
It ain't funny, **** don't even know how to act, shit
What can I do? What can I say? Is there another way?
Blunts and gin all day, twenty-fo' parlay
My little homie G, can't you see I'm buster-free?
**** can't stand me, all eyes on me
Live the life of a thug **** until the day I die
Live the life of a boss player 'cause even gettin' high (All eyes on me)
All eyes on me
Live the life of a thug **** until the day I die
Live the life of a boss player 'cause even gettin' high (All eyes on me)
The feds is watchin', **** plottin' to get me
Will I survive, will I die? Come on, let's picture the possibility
Givin' me charges, lawyers makin' a grip
I told the judge I was raised wrong and that's why I blaze shit
Was hyper as a kid, cold as a teenager
On my mobile, callin' big shots on the scene major
Packin' hundreds in my drawers, fuck the law
Bitches, I fuck with a passion, I'm livin' rough and raw
Catchin' cases at a fast rate, ballin' in the fast lane
Hustle till the mornin', never stopped until the cash came
Live my life as a thug **** until the day I die
Live my life as a boss player 'cause even gettin' high
These **** got me tossin' shit
I put the top down, now it's time to floss my shit
Keep your head up, ****, make these motherfuckers suffer
Up in the Benz, burnin' rubber
The money is mandatory, the hoes is for the stress
This criminal lifestyle, equipped with a bulletproof vest
Make sure your eyes is on the meal ticket
Get your money, motherfucker, let's get rich and we'll kick it
All eyes on me
Live the life as a thug **** until the day I die
Live the life as a boss player 'cause even gettin' high (All eyes on me)
All eyes on me
Live the life as a thug **** until the day I die
Live the life as a boss player 'cause even gettin' high
All eyes on me
All eyes on me
Pay attention, my ****, see how that shit go?
**** walk up in this motherfucker and be like, "Bing!"
Cops (Live my life as a thug **** until the day I die)
(Live my life as a boss playa, 'cause even gettin' high) Bitches, every-motherfuckin'-body
I got bustas, hoes, and police watchin' a ****, you know?
Live my life as a thug **** until the day I die
Livin' life as a boss player 'cause even gettin' high (All eyes on me)
It's like, what they think? I'm walkin' around with some ki's in my pocket or somethin'? (All eyes on me)
They think I'm goin' back to jail, they really on that dope
Live my life as a thug **** until the day I die
Live my life as a boss player (I know y'all watchin')
Live my life as a thug **** until the day I die (Know y'all got me in the scopes)
(I know y'all know this is Thug Life, baby) Live the life as a boss player 'cause even gettin' high
(Y'all got me under surveillance, huh?) All eyes on me
But I'm knowin'

Writer(s): 2Pac, J. Jackson, J Pennington & T. Himes.

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