2Pac – Thug 4 Life Lyrics

Thug 4 Life

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"Thug 4 Life." - 2Pac

Tuesday, 20 October 2026, 07:44 am

Album: Loyal to the Game

Track No: 13

Thug for life, nigga
Can't you read the signs?
Fuck it, man

Whatchu doin'? Mobbin' like a motherfucker stuck
Can you put your middle finger
Out the window gettin' fucked off, liquor
Get loaded can't control it
Nigga, pass me the blunt and let me roll it
You get the bones act to the whole stack, that's for sure black

To be a mack and keep your dough fat
And tell me what does it take to be a G?
I started with a quarter ounce and bounced to a key
You gotta watch your back stay strapped, be alert
Started as a young motherfucker doin' dirt
And now I'm in the rap game like the crack game, I got enemies

Can't pretend to see my friends are not my enemies
And even thug motherfuckers wanna have fun
Stuck it, buckin' my motherfuckin' Magnum, what does it take to be a G?
Silence is a must, violence is a plus, plus, shots at my adversaries
Them niggas scary best it's time to be buried
'Cause I'll be buckin' in a fuckin' hurry

Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die
When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why
Tell 'em thug for life, high till I die
When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why
Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die
When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why, tell 'em

Game, thicker than most of these tricks
I got my mind on makin' money
But you stuck on these fake bitches
And jealous motherfuckers can't see
That it's the fame that caught
These stupid bitches, pass the pussy free

So tell me why you sweatin' a motherfucker like me?
A young nigga tryin' to a hustle up some G's
You pussy ass player hatin' hoes speakin' down on niggas
Jumpin' around at the shows
And you're the first motherfucker to jump
To the trunk when it's time for fun

Little trick ass punk
Thug motherfuckers don't die, we get high and we multiply, motherfucker
Give a holla to my niggas in the bay
I'm livin' in L.A. still clutchin' on my AK

Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die
When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why
Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die
When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why
Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die
When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why, tell 'em

Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die
When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why
Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die
When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why
Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die
When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why, tell 'em

Thug for life, biatch
Yeah nigga, thug life, from now 'til the motherfuckin' ever
Have-nots in this motherfucker
Yeah, no doubt

Writer(s): 2Pac, Johnny Jackson, Marshall Mathers & Luis Resto.

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