Thug Life – Stay True Lyrics

Stay True

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"Stay True." - Thug Life

Friday, 23 October 2026, 12:04 pm

Album: Thug Life, Vol. 1

Track No: 05

Yeah ****, drop the top on your mothafuckin' ride
This how we do on the West Coast, baby
Rollin' down the 405 gettin' high
White boys damn near wrecked their shit to check my ride
I ain't being bootsy
Cruisin' in a six-o Impala drivin' like I'm in a hooptie
My car full of baller caps
Keep your hand on the strap and take all the craps
**** know my steel-lo, all legit
But I'm draped like a **** movin' kilos
Shit don't stop
'Cause I can make that ass drop, make the front pop
And hit the three wheel motion, all day
Hit the freeway, take it easy, uh
Let's slide, pick up some hoochies
Ride right back to the movies
High, talkin' back to the screen, drinkin' liquor
Havin' big dreams of gettin' richer
I'm livin' that
Thug life, y'all know the rules
Gotta do whatcha gotta do (Stay true)
Thug life, y'all know the rules
Gotta do whatcha gotta do (Stay true)
Thug life, y'all know the rules
Gotta do whatcha gotta do (Stay true)
Thug life, y'all know the rules
Gotta do whatcha gotta do (Stay true)
Big Stretch, represent the real, ****
Flex, Live Squad in this motherfucker, cats wreck
Thug life, sharp as a rough knife
Shakin' the dice, we roll on dubs with nothin' nice
So the vice wanna follow us around
Raise up, got 'em runnin' as we clown through the town
And blaze up, another one
Had to throw another gun
Don't need another case, you can see it on my face, son
But I ain't fallin' yet
And I gotta give a shout to where my baller set
Mopreme, tell 'em why the hoes dream
Gettin' high off a **** like a dope fiend
'Cause I'm non-stop, and I'm always hustlin'
Twenty four seven, ain't nothin' proper when a
Young G's flippin' keys for a livin'
Try to make a mill off the time I'm given
Drivin'' mad, I'm crazy, can't nobody fade me
And I been goin' insane lately
And everybody tryna hold me back
I'm 'bout to snap, you better move back
You know I live the
Thug life, y'all know the rules
Gotta do whatcha gotta do (Stay true)
Thug life, y'all know the rules
Gotta do whatcha gotta do (Stay true)
Thug life, y'all know the rules
Gotta do whatcha gotta do (Stay true)
Thug life, y'all know the rules
Gotta do whatcha gotta do
Man, I don't worry about the five-o
If they start 'cause it's all about survival
Just stay smart, keep your mind on your bank roll
Always stay ahead of these stank hoes
These days it's an all out rat race
And look at me just caught another cat case
That makes three
My lawyers gettin' cash up the ass
Don't even ask, why I'm buck wild
Don't smile, don't laugh
To the young Gs comin' up, peep game
Don't let the money make you change or act strange
Stay focused, all in together now
Keep pumping loud to the crowd, put the top down
Is that Tupac, Thug Life? Hell yeah
Try to dirty up my name but it's still here
Which way do I turn? I'm strapped
Lost in the storm, I can't turn back with that
Thug life, y'all know the rules
Gotta do whatcha gotta do (Stay true)
Thug life, y'all know the rules
Gotta do whatcha gotta do (Stay true)
Thug life, y'all know the rules
Gotta do whatcha gotta do (Stay true)
Thug life, y'all know the rules
Gotta do whatcha gotta do (Stay true)

Writer(s): Maurice Harding, Randy Walker, 2Pac & Curtis Mayfield.

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