Life's So Hard On A G歌词
Ma-ah-an, it ain't easy
They got me goin cold-hearted
Probation, violation, incarceration
Frustration, you know
************* that, ************* damn near bouts to start basin
It's hard! Hard on a *************
[Coughing]
Hard on a ************* (yeah it is, yeah it is)
[Whispered] Kill kill kill, murder murder murder
Watch out *************!
[Chorus: x2]
Now tell me do you see
Life's so hard on a ************* when you livin like a G
[Chorus x2 throughout: Tupac]
Daz in this mother*******
Alright bwoy, drop that *************t
Whassup man? Always listen to that *************t?
That ole criminal *************t? Peep game *************, peep game, feel me
[Verse 1:]
Travel through my mind am I blind it's a shame
Young *************z 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 *************z death
These are the rough times, best to hurry up
And duck muh******* 'fore I buck mine
It's gettin crazy and everybody's strapped
Surrounded by *************z but nam mother******* down to watch my back
These are the ************* made *************z, you been played *************
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 twenty-two
Boo-yaow! Ran out of ******, 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
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
Thuggin to the fullest, got my strap, I'm a pull it
On the first muh******* that can outrun a bullet
These some Thug Life *************z, them done like triggers
Got these punk wannabes and they jockin like *******
Now my riches is gettin hoe-zone, it's on
************* a mystery, do you wanna get with me, then let's bone
I'm a 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'm a let ************* made ************* worry me
Catch me slippin, empty the clip and bury me
Hell nah ************* have to plug me twice
Ain't no slippin when you Thug for Life, mother******* can you see?
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3:]
Never bow down let these other ******* crawl
I'm a Thug mother******* and these Thugs only ball
Ain't no half steppin here, from the cradle to the grave
I'm a muh****** fool, but I choose to get paid
Now my pockets gettin empty, and I'm panicked in a fright
Me and my ************* named Nina are fiendin tonight
Ain't nobody livin safe, got a Glock, and I'm stressin
All I want is my muh****** money, ain't no question
Don't try to stall little trick, cause we hit
So bring in the scissors and get to clippin that *************
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 ******* don't know me (Who? Who?)
But playa haters can't fade me (Why?)
Cause this is Thug Life ************* and we're crazy, tell me do you see?
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 4:]
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
*************z 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 *************z *************t
A young ************* 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 *************z too
And now we rich ain't no ************* than can touch us
And it's a trip, how we clown, when we ************* sluts
Bust nuts then I cut, that's my new thang
And mother*******s got on do-rags
[Chorus x2]
Can I get paid, can I get paid, can I mother****** get paid
************* can work for his money all mother****** day and
Still never see a piece of it, you understand me?
It's not about the nice guy
It's bout the hardworkin mother****** Thug *************
If you ain't a Thug *************, you ain't really doin nothin
[Chorus repeats in background]
You ain't really makin nothin
These mother****** 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 *************z like that all day
So if you don't watch your mother****** stack
Believe me, this could be your last breath...
[Chorus x2: to fade]
They got me goin cold-hearted
Probation, violation, incarceration
Frustration, you know
************* that, ************* damn near bouts to start basin
It's hard! Hard on a *************
[Coughing]
Hard on a ************* (yeah it is, yeah it is)
[Whispered] Kill kill kill, murder murder murder
Watch out *************!
[Chorus: x2]
Now tell me do you see
Life's so hard on a ************* when you livin like a G
[Chorus x2 throughout: Tupac]
Daz in this mother*******
Alright bwoy, drop that *************t
Whassup man? Always listen to that *************t?
That ole criminal *************t? Peep game *************, peep game, feel me
[Verse 1:]
Travel through my mind am I blind it's a shame
Young *************z 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 *************z death
These are the rough times, best to hurry up
And duck muh******* 'fore I buck mine
It's gettin crazy and everybody's strapped
Surrounded by *************z but nam mother******* down to watch my back
These are the ************* made *************z, you been played *************
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 twenty-two
Boo-yaow! Ran out of ******, 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
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
Thuggin to the fullest, got my strap, I'm a pull it
On the first muh******* that can outrun a bullet
These some Thug Life *************z, them done like triggers
Got these punk wannabes and they jockin like *******
Now my riches is gettin hoe-zone, it's on
************* a mystery, do you wanna get with me, then let's bone
I'm a 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'm a let ************* made ************* worry me
Catch me slippin, empty the clip and bury me
Hell nah ************* have to plug me twice
Ain't no slippin when you Thug for Life, mother******* can you see?
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3:]
Never bow down let these other ******* crawl
I'm a Thug mother******* and these Thugs only ball
Ain't no half steppin here, from the cradle to the grave
I'm a muh****** fool, but I choose to get paid
Now my pockets gettin empty, and I'm panicked in a fright
Me and my ************* named Nina are fiendin tonight
Ain't nobody livin safe, got a Glock, and I'm stressin
All I want is my muh****** money, ain't no question
Don't try to stall little trick, cause we hit
So bring in the scissors and get to clippin that *************
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 ******* don't know me (Who? Who?)
But playa haters can't fade me (Why?)
Cause this is Thug Life ************* and we're crazy, tell me do you see?
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 4:]
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
*************z 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 *************z *************t
A young ************* 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 *************z too
And now we rich ain't no ************* than can touch us
And it's a trip, how we clown, when we ************* sluts
Bust nuts then I cut, that's my new thang
And mother*******s got on do-rags
[Chorus x2]
Can I get paid, can I get paid, can I mother****** get paid
************* can work for his money all mother****** day and
Still never see a piece of it, you understand me?
It's not about the nice guy
It's bout the hardworkin mother****** Thug *************
If you ain't a Thug *************, you ain't really doin nothin
[Chorus repeats in background]
You ain't really makin nothin
These mother****** 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 *************z like that all day
So if you don't watch your mother****** stack
Believe me, this could be your last breath...
[Chorus x2: to fade]
