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Thug life
Thinkin' back
Reminiscing on my teens
A young g
Getten' paid over dope fiends
Fuckin' off cash that i make
Nigga what's tha sense of workin hard
If you never get tp play
I'm hustlen'
Stayin' out till it's dawn
And commin' home
At 6 o'clock in tha mornin'
Hand's on my glock
Eye's on tha prize
Finger on tha trigga when a nigga rides
Shootin' craps
Bustin' niggas out tha door
Pick my money off tha floor
God bless tha tre-four
Stuck on full, drunk again
Sippin' on gin
With a couple of friends
Sayin' those thug life niggas be like major pimps
Stickin' to tha rules is what made it simp
And if i die
Let it be
But when they come for me
Bury me a g
Chorus x2 -- tupac
I ain't got time for bitches
Gotta keep my mind on my mothafucken riches
