Текст песни Life's Hard (Dedication for 2pac) [fea. K-Ci & Jojo, Big Pimpin] - Snoop Doggy Dogg
Travel
through
my
mind
am
I
blind
it's
a
shame
Young
niggaz
gettin'
murdered
straight
took
out
the
game
As
I
sit
here
puffin
on
a
cigarette
Gotta
be
ready,
never
know
who's
plottin'
on
a
niggaz
death
These
are
the
rough
times,
best
to
hurry
up
And
duck
muh'fucker
'fore
I
buck
mine
It's
gettin'
crazy
and
everybody's
strapped
Surrounded
by
niggaz
but
nary
a
motherfucker
down
to
watch
my
back
These
are
the
bitch
made
niggaz,
you
been
played
nigga
While
you
starvin'
and
broke
they
pullin'
six
figures
Oooh,
what
can
you
do
When
you
can't
trust
your
crew,
time
to
bust
out
the
wenty-two
Boo-yaow!
Ran
out
of
weed,
so
I'm
sippin'
On
this
Hennesey,
tell
me,
do
you
feel
me?
Heyyy,
I
have
no
remorse
As
I
take
another
sip
of
my
liquor
and
spit
my
sick
thoughts,
oooh
Thuggin'
to
the
fullest,
got
my
strap,
I'ma
pull
it
I'm
the
first
muh'fucker
that
can
outrun
a
bullet
It's
them
thug
life
niggaz
and
we
don't
like
tricks
Got
these
punk
wannabes
and
they
jockin'
like
bitches
Now
my
riches
is
gettin'
hoes
on
it's
own
Fuck
a
mystery,
do
you
want
to
get
with
me,
then
let's
bone
I'ma
take
her
to
my
hideout,
cause
I'm
smokin'
that
spinach
And
stayin'
strong
to
the
finish
and
then
I
ride
out
See
you
on
the
freeway,
sorry
baby
But
I
gotta
call
my
homey
see
what
he
say
I
ain't
got
no
time,
I
gotta
get
mine
I
keep
my
mind
on
my
loot,
I'll
shoot
everytime
And
ain't
no
way
I'ma
let
bitch
made
nigga
worry
me
Catch
me
slippin',
empty
the
clip
and
bury
me
Hell
nah
nigga
have
to
plug
me
twice
Ain't
no
slippin'
when
you
thug
for
life,
motherfucker
can
you
see?
Never
bow
down,
let
these
other
bitches
crawl
I'm
a
Thug
motherfucker
and
these
Thugs
only
ball
Ain't
no
half
steppin'
here,
from
the
cradle
to
the
grave
I'm
a
muhfuckin'
fool,
but
I
choose
to
get
paid
Now
my
pockets
gettin'
empty,
and
I'm
panicked
in
a
fright
Me
and
my
bitch
named
Nina
are
fiendin'
tonight
Ain't
nobody
livin'
safe,
got
a
plot,
and
I'm
stressin'
All
I
want,
is
my
muh'fuckin'
money,
ain't
no
question
Don't
try
to
stall
little
trick,
cause
we
hit
So
bring
in
the
scissors
and
get
to
clippin'
at
his
dick
I'd
rather
die
young
than
die
old
and
broke
That's
why
I
stay
drunk,
and
I
constantly
smoke
My
memories
as
a
youngsta,
hangin'
with
the
homies
But
now
I'm
doin'
bad
and
them
bitches
don't
know
me
(Who?
Who?)
But
playa
haters
can't
fade
me
(Why?)
Cause
this
is
thug
life
nigga
and
we're
crazy,
tell
me
do
you
see?
Yeah,
constantly
runnin'
from
danger
Ain't
no
stranger
to
cop
cars
Gettin'
arrested
and
tested
wearin'
a
vest
and
don't
drop
my
guards
My
life
is
hectic,
my
homies
send
mail
from
jail
Niggaz
in
Hell
got
some
horrible
stories
to
tell
I'm
catchin'
cases
and
still
tryin'
to
stack
a
grip
The
IRS
is
tryin'
to
stress
off
a
niggaz
shit
A
young
nigga
never
had
a
prayer
to
prevail
And
all
my
peers
doin'
years
locked
up
in
jail
What
can
I
do,
stay
strapped,
get
a
bigger
crew
And
creep
around
with
them
Dogg
Pound
niggaz
too
And
now
we
rich
ain't
no
bitch
than
can
touch
us
And
it's
a
trip,
how
we
clown,
when
we
fuck
sluts
Bust
nuts
then
I
cut,
that's
my
new
thang
And
motherfuckers
got
on
do-rags
Can
I
get
paid,
can
I
get
paid,
can
I
motherfuckin'
get
paid
Nigga
can
work
for
his
money
all
motherfuckin'
day
and
Still
never
see
a
piece
of
it,
you
understand
me?
It's
not
about
the
nice
guy
It's
'bout
the
hardworkin'
motherfuckin'
Thug
nigga
If
you
ain't
a
thug
nigga,
you
ain't
really
doin'
nothin'
You
ain't
really
makin'
nothin'
These
motherfuckin'
po-po's
and
these
pink
folks
Got
it
all
locked
up
for
us
to
fail
See
how
they
did
O.J.,
and
they
doin'
niggaz
like
that
all
day
So
if
you
don't
watch
your
motherfuckin'
stack
Believe
me,
this
could
be
your
last
breath
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