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Mobbin' like a motherfucker stuck\nCan you put your middle finger\nOut the window gettin' fucked off, liquor\nGet loaded can't control it\nNigga, pass me the blunt and let me roll it\nYou get the bones act to the whole stack, that's for sure black\n\nTo be a mack and keep your dough fat\nAnd tell me what does it take to be a G?\nI started with a quarter ounce and bounced to a key\nYou gotta watch your back stay strapped, be alert\nStarted as a young motherfucker doin' dirt\nAnd now I'm in the rap game like the crack game, I got enemies\n\nCan't pretend to see my friends are not my enemies\nAnd even thug motherfuckers wanna have fun\nStuck it, buckin' my motherfuckin' Magnum, what does it take to be a G?\nSilence is a must, violence is a plus, plus, shots at my adversaries\nThem niggas scary best it's time to be buried\n'Cause I'll be buckin' in a fuckin' hurry\n\nTell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\nWhen 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\nTell 'em thug for life, high till I die\nWhen 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\nTell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\nWhen 'em stupid ass bitches ask why, tell 'em\n\nGame, thicker than most of these tricks\nI got my mind on makin' money\nBut you stuck on these fake bitches\nAnd jealous motherfuckers can't see\nThat it's the fame that caught\nThese stupid bitches, pass the pussy free\n\nSo tell me why you sweatin' a motherfucker like me?\nA young nigga tryin' to a hustle up some G's\nYou pussy ass player hatin' hoes speakin' down on niggas\nJumpin' around at the shows\nAnd you're the first motherfucker to jump\nTo the trunk when it's time for fun\n\nLittle trick ass punk\nThug motherfuckers don't die, we get high and we multiply, motherfucker\nGive a holla to my niggas in the bay\nI'm livin' in L.A. still clutchin' on my AK\n\nTell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\nWhen 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\nTell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\nWhen 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\nTell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\nWhen 'em stupid ass bitches ask why, tell 'em\n\nTell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\nWhen 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\nTell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\nWhen 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\nTell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\nWhen 'em stupid ass bitches ask why, tell 'em\n\nThug for life, biatch\nYeah nigga, thug life, from now 'til the motherfuckin' ever\nHave-nots in this motherfucker\nYeah, no doubt","syncedLyrics":"[00:12.53] Thug for life, nigga\n[00:14.64] Can't you read the signs?\n[00:17.58] Fuck it, man\n[00:18.35] Whatchu doin'? 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Mobbin' like a motherfucker stuck\n  Can you put your middle finger\n  Out the window gettin' fucked off, liquor\n  Get loaded can't control it\n  Nigga, pass me the blunt and let me roll it\n  You get the bones act to the whole stack, that's for sure black\n\n  To be a mack and keep your dough fat\n  And tell me what does it take to be a G?\n  I started with a quarter ounce and bounced to a key\n  You gotta watch your back stay strapped, be alert\n  Started as a young motherfucker doin' dirt\n  And now I'm in the rap game like the crack game, I got enemies\n\n  Can't pretend to see my friends are not my enemies\n  And even thug motherfuckers wanna have fun\n  Stuck it, buckin' my motherfuckin' Magnum, what does it take to be a G?\n  Silence is a must, violence is a plus, plus, shots at my adversaries\n  Them niggas scary best it's time to be buried\n  'Cause I'll be buckin' in a fuckin' hurry\n\n  Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\n  When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\n  Tell 'em thug for life, high till I die\n  When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\n  Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\n  When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why, tell 'em\n\n  Game, thicker than most of these tricks\n  I got my mind on makin' money\n  But you stuck on these fake bitches\n  And jealous motherfuckers can't see\n  That it's the fame that caught\n  These stupid bitches, pass the pussy free\n\n  So tell me why you sweatin' a motherfucker like me?\n  A young nigga tryin' to a hustle up some G's\n  You pussy ass player hatin' hoes speakin' down on niggas\n  Jumpin' around at the shows\n  And you're the first motherfucker to jump\n  To the trunk when it's time for fun\n\n  Little trick ass punk\n  Thug motherfuckers don't die, we get high and we multiply, motherfucker\n  Give a holla to my niggas in the bay\n  I'm livin' in L.A. still clutchin' on my AK\n\n  Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\n  When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\n  Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\n  When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\n  Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\n  When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why, tell 'em\n\n  Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\n  When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\n  Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\n  When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\n  Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\n  When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why, tell 'em\n\n  Thug for life, biatch\n  Yeah nigga, thug life, from now 'til the motherfuckin' ever\n  Have-nots in this motherfucker\n  Yeah, no doubt\n"},{"id":21006832,"name":"Thug 4 Life","trackName":"Thug 4 Life","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"Makaveli 6 - Thug 4 Life","duration":226.037551,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Thug for life, nigga\nCan't you read the signs?\nFuck it, man\n\nWhatchu doin'? Mobbin' like a motherfucker stuck\nCan you put your middle finger\nOut the window gettin' fucked off, liquor\nGet loaded can't control it\nNigga, pass me the blunt and let me roll it\nYou get the bones act to the whole stack, that's for sure black\n\nTo be a mack and keep your dough fat\nAnd tell me what does it take to be a G?\nI started with a quarter ounce and bounced to a key\nYou gotta watch your back stay strapped, be alert\nStarted as a young motherfucker doin' dirt\nAnd now I'm in the rap game like the crack game, I got enemies\n\nCan't pretend to see my friends are not my enemies\nAnd even thug motherfuckers wanna have fun\nStuck it, buckin' my motherfuckin' Magnum, what does it take to be a G?\nSilence is a must, violence is a plus, plus, shots at my adversaries\nThem niggas scary best it's time to be buried\n'Cause I'll be buckin' in a fuckin' hurry\n\nTell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\nWhen 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\nTell 'em thug for life, high till I die\nWhen 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\nTell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\nWhen 'em stupid ass bitches ask why, tell 'em\n\nGame, thicker than most of these tricks\nI got my mind on makin' money\nBut you stuck on these fake bitches\nAnd jealous motherfuckers can't see\nThat it's the fame that caught\nThese stupid bitches, pass the pussy free\n\nSo tell me why you sweatin' a motherfucker like me?\nA young nigga tryin' to a hustle up some G's\nYou pussy ass player hatin' hoes speakin' down on niggas\nJumpin' around at the shows\nAnd you're the first motherfucker to jump\nTo the trunk when it's time for fun\n\nLittle trick ass punk\nThug motherfuckers don't die, we get high and we multiply, motherfucker\nGive a holla to my niggas in the bay\nI'm livin' in L.A. still clutchin' on my AK\n\nTell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\nWhen 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\nTell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\nWhen 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\nTell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\nWhen 'em stupid ass bitches ask why, tell 'em\n\nTell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\nWhen 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\nTell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\nWhen 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\nTell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\nWhen 'em stupid ass bitches ask why, tell 'em\n\nThug for life, biatch\nYeah nigga, thug life, from now 'til the motherfuckin' ever\nHave-nots in this motherfucker\nYeah, no doubt","syncedLyrics":"[00:12.53] Thug for life, nigga\n[00:14.64] Can't you read the signs?\n[00:17.58] Fuck it, man\n[00:18.35] Whatchu doin'? 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|-\n  Thug for life, nigga\n  Can't you read the signs?\n  Fuck it, man\n\n  Whatchu doin'? Mobbin' like a motherfucker stuck\n  Can you put your middle finger\n  Out the window gettin' fucked off, liquor\n  Get loaded can't control it\n  Nigga, pass me the blunt and let me roll it\n  You get the bones act to the whole stack, that's for sure black\n\n  To be a mack and keep your dough fat\n  And tell me what does it take to be a G?\n  I started with a quarter ounce and bounced to a key\n  You gotta watch your back stay strapped, be alert\n  Started as a young motherfucker doin' dirt\n  And now I'm in the rap game like the crack game, I got enemies\n\n  Can't pretend to see my friends are not my enemies\n  And even thug motherfuckers wanna have fun\n  Stuck it, buckin' my motherfuckin' Magnum, what does it take to be a G?\n  Silence is a must, violence is a plus, plus, shots at my adversaries\n  Them niggas scary best it's time to be buried\n  'Cause I'll be buckin' in a fuckin' hurry\n\n  Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\n  When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\n  Tell 'em thug for life, high till I die\n  When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\n  Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\n  When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why, tell 'em\n\n  Game, thicker than most of these tricks\n  I got my mind on makin' money\n  But you stuck on these fake bitches\n  And jealous motherfuckers can't see\n  That it's the fame that caught\n  These stupid bitches, pass the pussy free\n\n  So tell me why you sweatin' a motherfucker like me?\n  A young nigga tryin' to a hustle up some G's\n  You pussy ass player hatin' hoes speakin' down on niggas\n  Jumpin' around at the shows\n  And you're the first motherfucker to jump\n  To the trunk when it's time for fun\n\n  Little trick ass punk\n  Thug motherfuckers don't die, we get high and we multiply, motherfucker\n  Give a holla to my niggas in the bay\n  I'm livin' in L.A. still clutchin' on my AK\n\n  Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\n  When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\n  Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\n  When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\n  Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\n  When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why, tell 'em\n\n  Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\n  When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\n  Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\n  When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\n  Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\n  When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why, tell 'em\n\n  Thug for life, biatch\n  Yeah nigga, thug life, from now 'til the motherfuckin' ever\n  Have-nots in this motherfucker\n  Yeah, no doubt\n"},{"id":26358414,"name":"Thug 4 Life","trackName":"Thug 4 Life","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"Makaveli 6- Thug 4 Life","duration":174.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Thug for life, nigga\nCan't you read the signs?\nFuck it, man\n\nWhatchu doin'? 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Mobbin' like a motherfucker stuck\n[00:19.73] Can you put your middle finger\n[00:21.03] Out the window gettin' fucked off, liquor\n[00:22.98] Get loaded can't control it\n[00:24.65] Nigga, pass me the blunt and let me roll it\n[00:26.95] You get the bones act to the whole stack, that's for sure black\n[00:29.77] To be a mack and keep your dough fat\n[00:31.52] And tell me what does it take to be a G?\n[00:33.62] I started with a quarter ounce and bounced to a key\n[00:35.81] You gotta watch your back stay strapped, be alert\n[00:37.94] Started as a young motherfucker doin' dirt\n[00:40.36] And now I'm in the rap game like the crack game, I got enemies\n[00:43.52] Can't pretend to see my friends are not my enemies\n[00:45.82] And even thug motherfuckers wanna have fun\n[00:48.23] Stuck it, buckin' my motherfuckin' Magnum, what does it take to be a G?\n[00:51.61] Silence is a must, violence is a plus, plus, shots at my adversaries\n[00:56.07] Them niggas scary best it's time to be buried\n[00:57.82] 'Cause I'll be buckin' in a fuckin' hurry\n[00:59.43] Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\n[01:01.33] When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\n[01:03.49] Tell 'em thug for life, high till I die\n[01:05.75] When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\n[01:08.10] Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\n[01:10.34] When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why, tell 'em\n[01:13.30] Game, thicker than most of these tricks\n[01:14.88] I got my mind on makin' money\n[01:16.08] But you stuck on these fake bitches\n[01:18.09] And jealous motherfuckers can't see\n[01:19.40] That it's the fame that caught\n[01:20.44] These stupid bitches, pass the pussy free\n[01:22.57] So tell me why you sweatin' a motherfucker like me?\n[01:24.87] A young nigga tryin' to a hustle up some G's\n[01:27.16] You pussy ass player hatin' hoes speakin' down on niggas\n[01:29.91] Jumpin' around at the shows\n[01:31.44] And you're the first motherfucker to jump\n[01:33.32] To the trunk when it's time for fun\n[01:35.07] Little trick ass punk\n[01:36.32] Thug motherfuckers don't die, we get high and we multiply, motherfucker\n[01:40.75] Give a holla to my niggas in the bay\n[01:42.58] I'm livin' in L.A. still clutchin' on my AK\n[01:45.13] Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\n[01:47.09] When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\n[01:49.35] Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\n[01:51.56] When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\n[01:53.81] Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\n[01:56.08] When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why, tell 'em\n[02:00.91] \n[02:03.17] Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\n[02:05.20] When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\n[02:07.52] Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\n[02:09.71] When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\n[02:12.03] Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\n[02:14.40] When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why, tell 'em\n[02:21.67] Thug for life, biatch\n[02:24.52] Yeah nigga, thug life, from now 'til the motherfuckin' ever\n[02:29.23] Have-nots in this motherfucker\n[02:32.05] Yeah, no doubt\n[02:38.47] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Thug 4 Life\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: Makaveli 6- Thug 4 Life\n  duration_ms: 174000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Thug for life, nigga\n  start_ms: 12530\n  end_ms: 14640\n- text: Can't you read the signs?\n  start_ms: 14640\n  end_ms: 17580\n- text: Fuck it, man\n  start_ms: 17580\n  end_ms: 18350\n- text: Whatchu doin'? 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When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\n  Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\n  When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why, tell 'em\n\n  Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\n  When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\n  Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\n  When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\n  Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\n  When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why, tell 'em\n\n  Thug for life, biatch\n  Yeah nigga, thug life, from now 'til the motherfuckin' ever\n  Have-nots in this motherfucker\n  Yeah, no doubt\n"},{"id":12629273,"name":"4 - Thug Life - Pour Out A Little Liquor","trackName":"4 - Thug Life - Pour Out A Little Liquor","artistName":"Thug Life, 2Pac","albumName":"Thug Life: Volume 1","duration":210.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\nPour out a little liquor for your homies, nigga\nThis one here go out to my nigga Mike Coolie\n(Light up a fat one for this one)\nHow you come up, man?\n\nI started young kickin' dust and livin' rough\nYou watch you mouth around my mama, you couldn't cuss, man\nI had a down ass homie though we ran the streets\nAnd on the scene at the age of 14, huh\nI packed a nine and my nigga packed a 45\nWe drinkin' 40's, lil' shorties livin' naughty lives\nYou couldn't stop us, long as I got my glock, fuck the coppers\nHangin' on the block, slangin' rocks and makin' profits\n\nI couldn't fuck with the school life, I was a fool\nI'll play that motherfucker for a tool man\nTonight'll be the night that's what we figurin'\nHustlin' in the rain felt no pain 'cause we drinkin'\nPlayin' them hoes like manure\nFirst let my nigga fuck and then I fuck, that's how we do it\n(Ha ha)\n\nIt's two niggaz comin' up out the hood\nLivin' life just as good as we could\nBut since a bitch can't be trusted\nHoes snitched to the police, now my nigga's busted\nThe cops whoopin' on my nigga in jail\nTryin' to get a motherfucker to tell\nAnd couldn't nobody diss my nigga\nDamn, I miss my nigga, pour out a little liquor\n\n(My cousin died last year and I still can't let go)\nThis goes out to all you so called G's\n(My cousin died last year and I still can't let go)\nPour out a little liquor for your real motherfuckin' partners\nDon't let the drink get like that y'all, huh\nPour out a little liquor\n(My cousin died last year and I still can't let go)\nPour out a little liquor\n(My cousin died last year and I still can't let go)\nWhat's that you drinkin' on?\n\nDrinkin' on gin, smokin' on blunts and it's on\nReminisce about my niggaz, that's dead and gone\nAnd now they buried, sometimes my eyes still get blurry\n'Cause I'm losin' all my homies and I worry\nI got my back against a brick wall, trapped in a circle\nBoxin' with them suckers 'til my knuckles turn purple\nMama told me, \"Son, there'll be days like this\"\nDon't wanna think so, I hit the drink and stay blitzed\n\nWe had plans of bein' big time G's\nRolling in marked cars, movin' them keys\nAnd now I roll up the window, blaze up some indo\nGet to' down for my niggaz in the pen, yo\nYour son's gettin' big and strong\nAnd I'd love 'em like one of my own, 'til you come home\nAnd the years sure fly with the quickness\nYou do the time, and I'll keep handlin' yo' business\n\nThat's the way it's supposed to be\nHomie, if it was me, you'd do the shit for me\nHomie, I can remember scrapin' back to back\nThrowin' dogs on them suckers runnin' up on this young hog\nI hope my words can paint a perfect picture\nAnd let ya know how much a nigga miss ya\nPour out some liquor\n\n(My cousin died last year and I still can't let go)\nLook at you\nDrinkin' got you where you don't even give respect to your partners\nPour out some liquor, nigga\nIt ain't like that, tip that shit over\nPour out a little liquor\n\nThis for my nigga Madman, Dagz, Hood, Silk, yeah\n(My cousin died last year and I still can't let go)\nA little liquor for my homies y'all\nWe in this motherfuckin' piece, yeah\n(My cousin died last year and I still can't let go)\nPour out a little liquor, Young Queen, yeah\n(My cousin died last year and I still can't let go)\nThis one goes out to all my mack partners\nBack in the motherfuckin' Bay\n(My cousin died last year and I still can't let go)\n\nOak town, still in the motherfuckin' house\n(Pour out a little liquor)\nMy nigga Richie Rich, Gov'na\n(My cousin died last year and I still can't let go)\n(I don't care, Night train, Hennessey)\nAll my real motherfuckin' partners\n(Pour out a little liquor)\nAnd all my real partnas in Marin, fuck you busta ass niggaz\nYeah nigga, bad man (come on, pour out a little liquor)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.06] Yeah\n[00:04.11] Pour out a little liquor for your homies, nigga\n[00:06.94] This one here go out to my nigga Mike Coolie\n[00:09.12] (Light up a fat one for this one)\n[00:10.27] How you come up, man?\n[00:11.61] I started young kickin' dust and livin' rough\n[00:14.45] You watch you mouth around my mama, you couldn't cuss, man\n[00:16.88] I had a down ass homie though we ran the streets\n[00:19.83] And on the scene at the age of 14, huh\n[00:22.59] I packed a nine and my nigga packed a 45\n[00:25.25] We drinkin' 40's, lil' shorties livin' naughty lives\n[00:27.96] You couldn't stop us, long as I got my glock, fuck the coppers\n[00:31.11] Hangin' on the block, slangin' rocks and makin' profits\n[00:34.09] I couldn't fuck with the school life, I was a fool\n[00:37.08] I'll play that motherfucker for a tool man\n[00:40.30] Tonight'll be the night that's what we figurin'\n[00:41.91] Hustlin' in the rain felt no pain 'cause we drinkin'\n[00:45.30] Playin' them hoes like manure\n[00:47.12] First let my nigga fuck and then I fuck, that's how we do it\n[00:50.79] (Ha ha)\n[00:51.06] It's two niggaz comin' up out the hood\n[00:52.42] Livin' life just as good as we could\n[00:54.53] But since a bitch can't be trusted\n[00:57.85] Hoes snitched to the police, now my nigga's busted\n[01:01.10] The cops whoopin' on my nigga in jail\n[01:03.21] Tryin' to get a motherfucker to tell\n[01:06.55] And couldn't nobody diss my nigga\n[01:09.00] Damn, I miss my nigga, pour out a little liquor\n[01:14.05] (My cousin died last year and I still can't let go)\n[01:17.52] This goes out to all you so called G's\n[01:19.57] (My cousin died last year and I still can't let go)\n[01:21.31] Pour out a little liquor for your real motherfuckin' partners\n[01:24.13] Don't let the drink get like that y'all, huh\n[01:27.22] Pour out a little liquor\n[01:30.33] (My cousin died last year and I still can't let go)\n[01:32.61] Pour out a little liquor\n[01:35.74] (My cousin died last year and I still can't let go)\n[01:37.18] What's that you drinkin' on?\n[01:38.30] Drinkin' on gin, smokin' on blunts and it's on\n[01:41.38] Reminisce about my niggaz, that's dead and gone\n[01:43.98] And now they buried, sometimes my eyes still get blurry\n[01:46.75] 'Cause I'm losin' all my homies and I worry\n[01:49.34] I got my back against a brick wall, trapped in a circle\n[01:52.49] Boxin' with them suckers 'til my knuckles turn purple\n[01:54.84] Mama told me, \"Son, there'll be days like this\"\n[01:57.41] Don't wanna think so, I hit the drink and stay blitzed\n[02:00.89] We had plans of bein' big time G's\n[02:03.35] Rolling in marked cars, movin' them keys\n[02:05.62] And now I roll up the window, blaze up some indo\n[02:08.82] Get to' down for my niggaz in the pen, yo\n[02:12.04] Your son's gettin' big and strong\n[02:13.88] And I'd love 'em like one of my own, 'til you come home\n[02:16.84] And the years sure fly with the quickness\n[02:19.68] You do the time, and I'll keep handlin' yo' business\n[02:22.74] That's the way it's supposed to be\n[02:25.15] Homie, if it was me, you'd do the shit for me\n[02:27.50] Homie, I can remember scrapin' back to back\n[02:30.19] Throwin' dogs on them suckers runnin' up on this young hog\n[02:33.25] I hope my words can paint a perfect picture\n[02:35.84] And let ya know how much a nigga miss ya\n[02:38.01] Pour out some liquor\n[02:40.84] (My cousin died last year and I still can't let go)\n[02:44.46] Look at you\n[02:45.95] Drinkin' got you where you don't even give respect to your partners\n[02:48.95] Pour out some liquor, nigga\n[02:50.90] It ain't like that, tip that shit over\n[02:54.16] Pour out a little liquor\n[02:55.60] This for my nigga Madman, Dagz, Hood, Silk, yeah\n[02:58.79] (My cousin died last year and I still can't let go)\n[03:00.16] A little liquor for my homies y'all\n[03:01.78] We in this motherfuckin' piece, yeah\n[03:02.77] (My cousin died last year and I still can't let go)\n[03:04.92] Pour out a little liquor, Young Queen, yeah\n[03:08.02] (My cousin died last year and I still can't let go)\n[03:09.87] This one goes out to all my mack partners\n[03:11.76] Back in the motherfuckin' Bay\n[03:13.44] (My cousin died last year and I still can't let go)\n[03:14.86] Oak town, still in the motherfuckin' house\n[03:15.91] (Pour out a little liquor)\n[03:16.46] My nigga Richie Rich, Gov'na\n[03:18.08] (My cousin died last year and I still can't let go)\n[03:19.16] (I don't care, Night train, Hennessey)\n[03:19.85] All my real motherfuckin' partners\n[03:21.43] (Pour out a little liquor)\n[03:22.14] And all my real partnas in Marin, fuck you busta ass niggaz\n[03:24.00] Yeah nigga, bad man (come on, pour out a little liquor)\n[03:26.63] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 4 - Thug Life - Pour Out A Little Liquor\n  artist: Thug Life, 2Pac\n  album: 'Thug Life: Volume 1'\n  duration_ms: 210000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 60\n  end_ms: 4110\n- text: Pour out a little liquor for your homies, nigga\n  start_ms: 4110\n  end_ms: 6940\n- text: This one here go out to my nigga Mike Coolie\n  start_ms: 6940\n  end_ms: 9120\n- text: (Light up a fat one for this one)\n  start_ms: 9120\n  end_ms: 10270\n- text: How you come up, man?\n  start_ms: 10270\n  end_ms: 11610\n- text: I started 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motherfucker for a tool man\n  Tonight'll be the night that's what we figurin'\n  Hustlin' in the rain felt no pain 'cause we drinkin'\n  Playin' them hoes like manure\n  First let my nigga fuck and then I fuck, that's how we do it\n  (Ha ha)\n\n  It's two niggaz comin' up out the hood\n  Livin' life just as good as we could\n  But since a bitch can't be trusted\n  Hoes snitched to the police, now my nigga's busted\n  The cops whoopin' on my nigga in jail\n  Tryin' to get a motherfucker to tell\n  And couldn't nobody diss my nigga\n  Damn, I miss my nigga, pour out a little liquor\n\n  (My cousin died last year and I still can't let go)\n  This goes out to all you so called G's\n  (My cousin died last year and I still can't let go)\n  Pour out a little liquor for your real motherfuckin' partners\n  Don't let the drink get like that y'all, huh\n  Pour out a little liquor\n  (My cousin died last year and I still can't let go)\n  Pour out a little liquor\n  (My cousin died last year and I still can't let go)\n  What's that you drinkin' on?\n\n  Drinkin' on gin, smokin' on blunts and it's on\n  Reminisce about my niggaz, that's dead and gone\n  And now they buried, sometimes my eyes still get blurry\n  'Cause I'm losin' all my homies and I worry\n  I got my back against a brick wall, trapped in a circle\n  Boxin' with them suckers 'til my knuckles turn purple\n  Mama told me, \"Son, there'll be days like this\"\n  Don't wanna think so, I hit the drink and stay blitzed\n\n  We had plans of bein' big time G's\n  Rolling in marked cars, movin' them keys\n  And now I roll up the window, blaze up some indo\n  Get to' down for my niggaz in the pen, yo\n  Your son's gettin' big and strong\n  And I'd love 'em like one of my own, 'til you come home\n  And the years sure fly with the quickness\n  You do the time, and I'll keep handlin' yo' business\n\n  That's the way it's supposed to be\n  Homie, if it was me, you'd do the shit for me\n  Homie, I can remember scrapin' back to back\n  Throwin' dogs on them suckers runnin' up on this young hog\n  I hope my words can paint a perfect picture\n  And let ya know how much a nigga miss ya\n  Pour out some liquor\n\n  (My cousin died last year and I still can't let go)\n  Look at you\n  Drinkin' got you where you don't even give respect to your partners\n  Pour out some liquor, nigga\n  It ain't like that, tip that shit over\n  Pour out a little liquor\n\n  This for my nigga Madman, Dagz, Hood, Silk, yeah\n  (My cousin died last year and I still can't let go)\n  A little liquor for my homies y'all\n  We in this motherfuckin' piece, yeah\n  (My cousin died last year and I still can't let go)\n  Pour out a little liquor, Young Queen, yeah\n  (My cousin died last year and I still can't let go)\n  This one goes out to all my mack partners\n  Back in the motherfuckin' Bay\n  (My cousin died last year and I still can't let go)\n\n  Oak town, still in the motherfuckin' house\n  (Pour out a little liquor)\n  My nigga Richie 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Mobbin' like a motherfucker stuck\n  Can you put your middle finger\n  Out the window gettin' fucked off, liquor\n  Get loaded can't control it\n  Nigga, pass me the blunt and let me roll it\n  You get the bones act to the whole stack, that's for sure black\n\n  To be a mack and keep your dough fat\n  And tell me what does it take to be a G?\n  I started with a quarter ounce and bounced to a key\n  You gotta watch your back stay strapped, be alert\n  Started as a young motherfucker doin' dirt\n  And now I'm in the rap game like the crack game, I got enemies\n\n  Can't pretend to see my friends are not my enemies\n  And even thug motherfuckers wanna have fun\n  Stuck it, buckin' my motherfuckin' Magnum, what does it take to be a G?\n  Silence is a must, violence is a plus, plus, shots at my adversaries\n  Them niggas scary best it's time to be buried\n  'Cause I'll be buckin' in a fuckin' hurry\n\n  Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\n  When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\n  Tell 'em thug for life, high till I die\n  When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\n  Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\n  When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why, tell 'em\n\n  Game, thicker than most of these tricks\n  I got my mind on makin' money\n  But you stuck on these fake bitches\n  And jealous motherfuckers can't see\n  That it's the fame that caught\n  These stupid bitches, pass the pussy free\n\n  So tell me why you sweatin' a motherfucker like me?\n  A young nigga tryin' to a hustle up some G's\n  You pussy ass player hatin' hoes speakin' down on niggas\n  Jumpin' around at the shows\n  And you're the first motherfucker to jump\n  To the trunk when it's time for fun\n\n  Little trick ass punk\n  Thug motherfuckers don't die, we get high and we multiply, motherfucker\n  Give a holla to my niggas in the bay\n  I'm livin' in L.A. still clutchin' on my AK\n\n  Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\n  When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\n  Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\n  When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\n  Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\n  When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why, tell 'em\n\n  Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\n  When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\n  Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\n  When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\n  Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\n  When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why, tell 'em\n\n  Thug for life, biatch\n  Yeah nigga, thug life, from now 'til the motherfuckin' ever\n  Have-nots in this motherfucker\n  Yeah, no doubt\n"},{"id":18418372,"name":"4 - Thug Life - Pour Out A Little Liquor","trackName":"4 - Thug Life - Pour Out A Little Liquor","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"Thug Life","duration":209.502042,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\nPour out a little liquor for your homies, nigga\nThis one here go out to my nigga Mike Coolie\n(Light up a fat one for this one)\nHow you come up, man?\n\nI started young kickin' dust and livin' rough\nYou watch you mouth around my mama, you couldn't cuss, man\nI had a down ass homie though, we ran the streets\nAnd on the scene at the age of fourteen, huh\nI packed a nine and my nigga packed a forty-five\nWe drinkin' forties, lil' shorties livin' naughty lives\nYou couldn't stop us, long as I got my glock, fuck the coppers\nHangin' on the block, slangin' rocks and makin' profits\n\nI couldn't fuck with the school life, I was a fool\nI'll play that motherfucker for a tool man\nTonight'll be the night that's what we figurin'\nHustlin' in the rain felt no pain 'cuz we drinkin'\nPlayin' them hoes like manure\nFirst let my nigga fuck and then I fuck, that's how we do it\n\nIt's two niggaz comin' up out the hood\nLivin' life just as good as we could\nBut since a bitch can't be trusted\nHoes snitched to the police, now my nigga's busted\nThe cops whoopin' on my nigga in jail\nTryin' to get a motherfucker to tell\nAnd couldn't nobody diss my nigga\nDamn, I miss my nigga, pour out a little liquor\n\n(My cousin died last year and I still can't let go)\nThis goes out to all you so called G's (my cousin died last year)\n(And I still can't let go) pour out a little liquor for your real motherfuckin' partners\nDon't let the drink get like that y'all, huh\nPour out a little liquor (my cousin died last year and I still can't let go)\nPour out a little liquor\n(My cousin died last year and I still can't let go) what's that you drinkin' on?\n\nDrinkin' on gin, smokin' on blunts and it's on\nReminisce about my niggaz, that's dead and gone\nAnd now they buried, sometimes my eyes still get blurry\n'Cuz I'm losin' all my homies and I worry\nI got my back against a brick wall, trapped in a circle\nBoxin' with them suckers 'til my knuckles turn purple\nMama told me, \"Son, there'll be days like this\"\nDon't wanna think so, I hit the drink and stay blitzed\n\nWe had plans of bein' big time G's\nRolling in marked cars, movin' them keys\nAnd now I roll up the window, blaze up some indo\nGet to' down for my niggaz in the pen, yo\nYour son's gettin' big and strong\nAnd I'd love 'em like one of my own, 'til you come home\nAnd the years sure fly with the quickness\nYou do the time, and I'll keep handlin' yo' business\n\nThat's the way it's supposed to be\nHomie, if it was me, you'd do the shit with me\nHomie, I can remember scrapin' back to back\nThrowin' dogs on them suckers runnin' up on this young hog\nI hope my words can paint a perfect picture\nAnd let ya know how much a nigga miss ya\nPour out some liquor\n(My cousin died last year and I still can't let go)\n\nLook at you\nDrinkin' got you where you don't even give respect to your partners\nPour out some liquor, nigga\nIt ain't like that, tip that shit over\nPour out a little liquor\n\nThis for my nigga Madman (my cousin died last year)\nDagz (and I still can't let go), Hood, Silk, yeah\nA little liquor for my homies y'all (my cousin died last year)\nWe in this motherfuckin' piece, yeah (and I still can't let go)\nPour out a little liquor, Young Queen, yeah (my cousin died last year)\nThis (and I still can't let go) one goes out to all my mack partners\n(Pour out a little liquor)\nBack in the motherfuckin' Bay\n\n(My cousin died last year) Oaktown still in (and I still can't let go) the motherfuckin' house\n(Pour out a little liquor)\nMy nigga Richie Rich (I don't care), Gov'na\n(Night train, Hennessey) (my cousin died last year)\nAll my real motherfuckin' partners (and I still can't let go)\n(Pour out a little liquor)\nAnd all my real partnas in Marin (my cousin died last year)\nFuck you busta ass niggaz (and I still can't let go)\nYeah nigga, (pour out a little liquor)","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.52] Yeah\n[00:03.40] Pour out a little liquor for your homies, nigga\n[00:06.76] This one here go out to my nigga Mike Coolie\n[00:08.93] (Light up a fat one for this one)\n[00:09.53] How you come up, man?\n[00:11.86] I started young kickin' dust and livin' rough\n[00:14.41] You watch you mouth around my mama, you couldn't cuss, man\n[00:16.92] I had a down ass homie though, we ran the streets\n[00:19.95] And on the scene at the age of fourteen, huh\n[00:22.81] I packed a nine and my nigga packed a forty-five\n[00:24.75] We drinkin' forties, lil' shorties livin' naughty lives\n[00:28.02] You couldn't stop us, long as I got my glock, fuck the coppers\n[00:30.68] Hangin' on the block, slangin' rocks and makin' profits\n[00:34.01] I couldn't fuck with the school life, I was a fool\n[00:37.04] I'll play that motherfucker for a tool man\n[00:39.63] Tonight'll be the night that's what we figurin'\n[00:42.24] Hustlin' in the rain felt no pain 'cuz we drinkin'\n[00:44.71] Playin' them hoes like manure\n[00:47.15] First let my nigga fuck and then I fuck, that's how we do it\n[00:50.79] It's two niggaz comin' up out the hood\n[00:52.81] Livin' life just as good as we could\n[00:55.19] But since a bitch can't be trusted\n[00:58.18] Hoes snitched to the police, now my nigga's busted\n[01:01.26] The cops whoopin' on my nigga in jail\n[01:03.75] Tryin' to get a motherfucker to tell\n[01:05.59] And couldn't nobody diss my nigga\n[01:09.24] Damn, I miss my nigga, pour out a little liquor\n[01:12.41] (My cousin died last year and I still can't let go)\n[01:17.09] This goes out to all you so called G's (my cousin died last year)\n[01:21.05] (And I still can't let go) pour out a little liquor for your real motherfuckin' partners\n[01:24.12] Don't let the drink get like that y'all, huh\n[01:27.43] Pour out a little liquor (my cousin died last year and I still can't let go)\n[01:33.15] Pour out a little liquor\n[01:35.28] (My cousin died last year and I still can't let go) what's that you drinkin' on?\n[01:38.44] Drinkin' on gin, smokin' on blunts and it's on\n[01:41.48] Reminisce about my niggaz, that's dead and gone\n[01:44.44] And now they buried, sometimes my eyes still get blurry\n[01:47.24] 'Cuz I'm losin' all my homies and I worry\n[01:49.09] I got my back against a brick wall, trapped in a circle\n[01:52.79] Boxin' with them suckers 'til my knuckles turn purple\n[01:55.36] Mama told me, \"Son, there'll be days like this\"\n[01:57.85] Don't wanna think so, I hit the drink and stay blitzed\n[02:00.51] We had plans of bein' big time G's\n[02:03.63] Rolling in marked cars, movin' them keys\n[02:06.27] And now I roll up the window, blaze up some indo\n[02:08.95] Get to' down for my niggaz in the pen, yo\n[02:11.65] Your son's gettin' big and strong\n[02:14.10] And I'd love 'em like one of my own, 'til you come home\n[02:17.36] And the years sure fly with the quickness\n[02:20.10] You do the time, and I'll keep handlin' yo' business\n[02:23.09] That's the way it's supposed to be\n[02:25.06] Homie, if it was me, you'd do the shit with me\n[02:27.99] Homie, I can remember scrapin' back to back\n[02:30.57] Throwin' dogs on them suckers runnin' up on this young hog\n[02:33.93] I hope my words can paint a perfect picture\n[02:36.52] And let ya know how much a nigga miss ya\n[02:38.67] Pour out some liquor\n[02:40.27] (My cousin died last year and I still can't let go)\n[02:44.15] Look at you\n[02:46.26] Drinkin' got you where you don't even give respect to your partners\n[02:49.11] Pour out some liquor, nigga\n[02:51.26] It ain't like that, tip that shit over\n[02:54.48] Pour out a little liquor\n[02:56.17] This for my nigga Madman (my cousin died last year)\n[02:58.35] Dagz (and I still can't let go), Hood, Silk, yeah\n[03:00.14] A little liquor for my homies y'all (my cousin died last year)\n[03:02.54] We in this motherfuckin' piece, yeah (and I still can't let go)\n[03:04.70] Pour out a little liquor, Young Queen, yeah (my cousin died last year)\n[03:09.28] This (and I still can't let go) one goes out to all my mack partners\n[03:11.65] (Pour out a little liquor)\n[03:12.39] Back in the motherfuckin' Bay\n[03:14.34] (My cousin died last year) Oaktown still in (and I still can't let go) the motherfuckin' house\n[03:16.79] (Pour out a little 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my mack partners\n  start_ms: 189280\n  end_ms: 191650\n- text: (Pour out a little liquor)\n  start_ms: 191650\n  end_ms: 192390\n- text: Back in the motherfuckin' Bay\n  start_ms: 192390\n  end_ms: 194340\n- text: (My cousin died last year) Oaktown still in (and I still can't let go) the motherfuckin' house\n  start_ms: 194340\n  end_ms: 196790\n- text: (Pour out a little liquor)\n  start_ms: 196790\n  end_ms: 197220\n- text: My nigga Richie Rich (I don't care), Gov'na\n  start_ms: 197220\n  end_ms: 198760\n- text: (Night train, Hennessey) (my cousin died last year)\n  start_ms: 198760\n  end_ms: 200760\n- text: All my real motherfuckin' partners (and I still can't let go)\n  start_ms: 200760\n  end_ms: 202170\n- text: (Pour out a little liquor)\n  start_ms: 202170\n  end_ms: 202620\n- text: And all my real partnas in Marin (my cousin died last year)\n  start_ms: 202620\n  end_ms: 203760\n- text: Fuck you busta ass niggaz (and I still can't let go)\n  start_ms: 203760\n  end_ms: 206340\n- text: Yeah nigga, (pour out a little liquor)\n  start_ms: 206340\n  end_ms: 208520\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 208520\nplain: |-\n  Yeah\n  Pour out a little liquor for your homies, nigga\n  This one here go out to my nigga Mike Coolie\n  (Light up a fat one for this one)\n  How you come up, man?\n\n  I started young kickin' dust and livin' rough\n  You watch you mouth around my mama, you couldn't cuss, man\n  I had a down ass homie though, we ran the streets\n  And on the scene at the age of fourteen, huh\n  I packed a nine and my nigga packed a forty-five\n  We drinkin' forties, lil' shorties livin' naughty lives\n  You couldn't stop us, long as I got my glock, fuck the coppers\n  Hangin' on the block, slangin' rocks and makin' profits\n\n  I couldn't fuck with the school life, I was a fool\n  I'll play that motherfucker for a tool man\n  Tonight'll be the night that's what we figurin'\n  Hustlin' in the rain felt no pain 'cuz we drinkin'\n  Playin' them hoes like manure\n  First let my nigga fuck and then I fuck, that's how we do it\n\n  It's two niggaz comin' up out the hood\n  Livin' life just as good as we could\n  But since a bitch can't be trusted\n  Hoes snitched to the police, now my nigga's busted\n  The cops whoopin' on my nigga in jail\n  Tryin' to get a motherfucker to tell\n  And couldn't nobody diss my nigga\n  Damn, I miss my nigga, pour out a little liquor\n\n  (My cousin died last year and I still can't let go)\n  This goes out to all you so called G's (my cousin died last year)\n  (And I still can't let go) pour out a little liquor for your real motherfuckin' partners\n  Don't let the drink get like that y'all, huh\n  Pour out a little liquor (my cousin died last year and I still can't let go)\n  Pour out a little liquor\n  (My cousin died last year and I still can't let go) what's that you drinkin' on?\n\n  Drinkin' on gin, smokin' on blunts and it's on\n  Reminisce about my niggaz, that's dead and gone\n  And now they buried, sometimes my eyes still get blurry\n  'Cuz I'm losin' all my homies and I worry\n  I got my back against a brick wall, trapped in a circle\n  Boxin' with them suckers 'til my knuckles turn purple\n  Mama told me, \"Son, there'll be days like this\"\n  Don't wanna think so, I hit the drink and stay blitzed\n\n  We had plans of bein' big time G's\n  Rolling in marked cars, movin' them keys\n  And now I roll up the window, blaze up some indo\n  Get to' down for my niggaz in the pen, yo\n  Your son's gettin' big and strong\n  And I'd love 'em like one of my own, 'til you come home\n  And the years sure fly with the quickness\n  You do the time, and I'll keep handlin' yo' business\n\n  That's the way it's supposed to be\n  Homie, if it was me, you'd do the shit with me\n  Homie, I can remember scrapin' back to back\n  Throwin' dogs on them suckers runnin' up on this young hog\n  I hope my words can paint a perfect picture\n  And let ya know how much a nigga miss ya\n  Pour out some liquor\n  (My cousin died last year and I still can't let go)\n\n  Look at you\n  Drinkin' got you where you don't even give respect to your partners\n  Pour out some liquor, nigga\n  It ain't like that, tip that shit over\n  Pour out a little liquor\n\n  This for my nigga Madman (my cousin died last year)\n  Dagz (and I still can't let go), Hood, Silk, yeah\n  A little liquor for my homies y'all (my cousin died last year)\n  We in this motherfuckin' piece, yeah (and I still can't let go)\n  Pour out a little liquor, Young Queen, yeah (my cousin died last year)\n  This (and I still can't let go) one goes out to all my mack partners\n  (Pour out a little liquor)\n  Back in the motherfuckin' Bay\n\n  (My cousin died last year) Oaktown still in (and I still can't let go) the motherfuckin' house\n  (Pour out a little liquor)\n  My nigga Richie Rich (I don't care), Gov'na\n  (Night train, Hennessey) (my cousin died last year)\n  All my real motherfuckin' partners (and I still can't let go)\n  (Pour out a 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Mobbin' like a motherfucker stuck\nCan you put your middle finger\nOut the window gettin' fucked off, liquor\nGet loaded can't control it\nNigga, pass me the blunt and let me roll it\nYou get the bones act to the whole stack, that's for sure black\n\nTo be a mack and keep your dough fat\nAnd tell me what does it take to be a G?\nI started with a quarter ounce and bounced to a key\nYou gotta watch your back stay strapped, be alert\nStarted as a young motherfucker doin' dirt\nAnd now I'm in the rap game like the crack game, I got enemies\n\nCan't pretend to see my friends are not my enemies\nAnd even thug motherfuckers wanna have fun\nStuck it, buckin' my motherfuckin' Magnum, what does it take to be a G?\nSilence is a must, violence is a plus, plus, shots at my adversaries\nThem niggas scary best it's time to be buried\n'Cause I'll be buckin' in a fuckin' hurry\n\nTell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\nWhen 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\nTell 'em thug for life, high till I die\nWhen 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\nTell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\nWhen 'em stupid ass bitches ask why, tell 'em\n\nGame, thicker than most of these tricks\nI got my mind on makin' money\nBut you stuck on these fake bitches\nAnd jealous motherfuckers can't see\nThat it's the fame that caught\nThese stupid bitches, pass the pussy free\n\nSo tell me why you sweatin' a motherfucker like me?\nA young nigga tryin' to a hustle up some G's\nYou pussy ass player hatin' hoes speakin' down on niggas\nJumpin' around at the shows\nAnd you're the first motherfucker to jump\nTo the trunk when it's time for fun\n\nLittle trick ass punk\nThug motherfuckers don't die, we get high and we multiply, motherfucker\nGive a holla to my niggas in the bay\nI'm livin' in L.A. still clutchin' on my AK\n\nTell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\nWhen 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\nTell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\nWhen 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\nTell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\nWhen 'em stupid ass bitches ask why, tell 'em\n\nTell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\nWhen 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\nTell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\nWhen 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\nTell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\nWhen 'em stupid ass bitches ask why, tell 'em\n\nThug for life, biatch\nYeah nigga, thug life, from now 'til the motherfuckin' ever\nHave-nots in this motherfucker\nYeah, no doubt","syncedLyrics":"[00:12.53] Thug for life, nigga\n[00:14.64] Can't you read the signs?\n[00:17.58] Fuck it, man\n[00:18.35] Whatchu doin'? Mobbin' like a motherfucker stuck\n[00:19.73] Can you put your middle finger\n[00:21.03] Out the window gettin' fucked off, liquor\n[00:22.98] Get loaded can't control it\n[00:24.65] Nigga, pass me the blunt and let me roll it\n[00:26.95] You get the bones act to the whole stack, that's for sure black\n[00:29.77] To be a mack and keep your dough fat\n[00:31.52] And tell me what does it take to be a G?\n[00:33.62] I started with a quarter ounce and bounced to a key\n[00:35.81] You gotta watch your back stay strapped, be alert\n[00:37.94] Started as a young motherfucker doin' dirt\n[00:40.36] And now I'm in the rap game like the crack game, I got enemies\n[00:43.52] Can't pretend to see my friends are not my enemies\n[00:45.82] And even thug motherfuckers wanna have fun\n[00:48.23] Stuck it, buckin' my motherfuckin' Magnum, what does it take to be a G?\n[00:51.61] Silence is a must, violence is a plus, plus, shots at my adversaries\n[00:56.07] Them niggas scary best it's time to be buried\n[00:57.82] 'Cause I'll be buckin' in a fuckin' hurry\n[00:59.43] Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\n[01:01.33] When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\n[01:03.49] Tell 'em thug for life, high till I die\n[01:05.75] When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\n[01:08.10] Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\n[01:10.34] When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why, tell 'em\n[01:13.30] Game, thicker than most of these tricks\n[01:14.88] I got my mind on makin' money\n[01:16.08] But you stuck on these fake bitches\n[01:18.09] And jealous motherfuckers can't see\n[01:19.40] That it's the fame that caught\n[01:20.44] These stupid bitches, pass the pussy free\n[01:22.57] So tell me why you sweatin' a motherfucker like me?\n[01:24.87] A young nigga tryin' to a hustle up some G's\n[01:27.16] You pussy ass player hatin' hoes speakin' down on niggas\n[01:29.91] Jumpin' around at the shows\n[01:31.44] And you're the first motherfucker to jump\n[01:33.32] To the trunk when it's time for fun\n[01:35.07] Little trick ass punk\n[01:36.32] Thug motherfuckers don't die, we get high and we multiply, motherfucker\n[01:40.75] Give a holla to my niggas in the bay\n[01:42.58] I'm livin' in L.A. still clutchin' on my AK\n[01:45.13] Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\n[01:47.09] When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\n[01:49.35] Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\n[01:51.56] When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\n[01:53.81] Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\n[01:56.08] When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why, tell 'em\n[02:00.91] \n[02:03.17] Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\n[02:05.20] When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\n[02:07.52] Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\n[02:09.71] When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\n[02:12.03] Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\n[02:14.40] When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why, tell 'em\n[02:21.67] Thug for life, biatch\n[02:24.52] Yeah nigga, thug life, from now 'til the motherfuckin' ever\n[02:29.23] Have-nots in this motherfucker\n[02:32.05] Yeah, no doubt\n[02:38.47] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Thug 4 Life\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: 2Pac - G-Shit Part 3\n  duration_ms: 175574\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Thug for life, nigga\n  start_ms: 12530\n  end_ms: 14640\n- text: Can't you read the signs?\n  start_ms: 14640\n  end_ms: 17580\n- text: Fuck it, man\n  start_ms: 17580\n  end_ms: 18350\n- text: Whatchu doin'? 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Mobbin' like a motherfucker stuck\n  Can you put your middle finger\n  Out the window gettin' fucked off, liquor\n  Get loaded can't control it\n  Nigga, pass me the blunt and let me roll it\n  You get the bones act to the whole stack, that's for sure black\n\n  To be a mack and keep your dough fat\n  And tell me what does it take to be a G?\n  I started with a quarter ounce and bounced to a key\n  You gotta watch your back stay strapped, be alert\n  Started as a young motherfucker doin' dirt\n  And now I'm in the rap game like the crack game, I got enemies\n\n  Can't pretend to see my friends are not my enemies\n  And even thug motherfuckers wanna have fun\n  Stuck it, buckin' my motherfuckin' Magnum, what does it take to be a G?\n  Silence is a must, violence is a plus, plus, shots at my adversaries\n  Them niggas scary best it's time to be buried\n  'Cause I'll be buckin' in a fuckin' hurry\n\n  Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\n  When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\n  Tell 'em thug for life, high till I die\n  When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\n  Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\n  When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why, tell 'em\n\n  Game, thicker than most of these tricks\n  I got my mind on makin' money\n  But you stuck on these fake bitches\n  And jealous motherfuckers can't see\n  That it's the fame that caught\n  These stupid bitches, pass the pussy free\n\n  So tell me why you sweatin' a motherfucker like me?\n  A young nigga tryin' to a hustle up some G's\n  You pussy ass player hatin' hoes speakin' down on niggas\n  Jumpin' around at the shows\n  And you're the first motherfucker to jump\n  To the trunk when it's time for fun\n\n  Little trick ass punk\n  Thug motherfuckers don't die, we get high and we multiply, motherfucker\n  Give a holla to my niggas in the bay\n  I'm livin' in L.A. still clutchin' on my AK\n\n  Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\n  When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\n  Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\n  When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\n  Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\n  When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why, tell 'em\n\n  Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\n  When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\n  Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\n  When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\n  Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\n  When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why, tell 'em\n\n  Thug for life, biatch\n  Yeah nigga, thug life, from now 'til the motherfuckin' ever\n  Have-nots in this motherfucker\n  Yeah, no doubt\n"},{"id":23967282,"name":"Thug 4 Life","trackName":"Thug 4 Life","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"2Pac.Black.Jesus.(Bootleg)-2008-[NoFS]","duration":180.27102,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Thug for life, nigga\nCan't you read the signs?\nFuck it, man\n\nWhatchu doin'? 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Mobbin' like a motherfucker stuck\n  Can you put your middle finger\n  Out the window gettin' fucked off, liquor\n  Get loaded can't control it\n  Nigga, pass me the blunt and let me roll it\n  You get the bones act to the whole stack, that's for sure black\n\n  To be a mack and keep your dough fat\n  And tell me what does it take to be a G?\n  I started with a quarter ounce and bounced to a key\n  You gotta watch your back stay strapped, be alert\n  Started as a young motherfucker doin' dirt\n  And now I'm in the rap game like the crack game, I got enemies\n\n  Can't pretend to see my friends are not my enemies\n  And even thug motherfuckers wanna have fun\n  Stuck it, buckin' my motherfuckin' Magnum, what does it take to be a G?\n  Silence is a must, violence is a plus, plus, shots at my adversaries\n  Them niggas scary best it's time to be buried\n  'Cause I'll be buckin' in a fuckin' hurry\n\n  Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\n  When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\n  Tell 'em thug for life, high till I die\n  When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\n  Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\n  When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why, tell 'em\n\n  Game, thicker than most of these tricks\n  I got my mind on makin' money\n  But you stuck on these fake bitches\n  And jealous motherfuckers can't see\n  That it's the fame that caught\n  These stupid bitches, pass the pussy free\n\n  So tell me why you sweatin' a motherfucker like me?\n  A young nigga tryin' to a hustle up some G's\n  You pussy ass player hatin' hoes speakin' down on niggas\n  Jumpin' around at the shows\n  And you're the first motherfucker to jump\n  To the trunk when it's time for fun\n\n  Little trick ass punk\n  Thug motherfuckers don't die, we get high and we multiply, motherfucker\n  Give a holla to my niggas in the bay\n  I'm livin' in L.A. still clutchin' on my AK\n\n  Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\n  When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\n  Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\n  When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\n  Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\n  When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why, tell 'em\n\n  Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\n  When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\n  Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\n  When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\n  Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\n  When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why, tell 'em\n\n  Thug for life, biatch\n  Yeah nigga, thug life, from now 'til the motherfuckin' ever\n  Have-nots in this motherfucker\n  Yeah, no doubt\n"},{"id":19299538,"name":"Thug Nature","trackName":"Thug Nature","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"Makaveli 6: Thug 4 Life","duration":265.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"No need to cry now, go wipe your tears\nBe a woman, why you actin' surprised?\nYou showed the bullshit; commin' fake hair\nFake nails, fake eyes too\nSo why you bound to fuck wit fake guys too\nAint nothin' hard about it\nWhy you lookin' sad, should'a though about it\nSay you learn, i truly doubt it\nI guess you got a problem with affection, kinda loose with the love\nGettin' freaky with the thug niggaz up in the club\nAsk to buy you a drink, you holla Don Perione (spellin?)\nKnowin' I'm a cash dealer, still I, remain calm\nLet you chill with me\nPlus you was smilin' 'til the bill miss me\nThat's what you get for trynna dick me\nMissed me with that \"buy me this, buy me that\"- syndrome shit\nBitch get a job if you wanna be rich\nGettin' mad 'cuz i cursed and i screamed i hate'cha\nIntroduced you to a nigga nature, feel me\n\nWhy, why, tell 'em that it's my good nature\nWhy, why, when I do that way\n\nProbably too nice at first\nI lettin' you kiss where it hurts\nMe and you gettin' busy, slangin' dick in the dirt\nMet you at a pool party it was cool to kick it\nSee us, toungkissin', you was trouly with it\nLittle Exstacy, Hennesey, mix with me\nPicture me pray for pussy when the dick's for free\nHey now, where my niggaz at? Tell these hoes\nBefore I pay; I jerk off, word to Moses\nVisions of you sittin' there sweaty and wet\nPointin' at the places that you want me to hit\nGive me room all up in the room, call the cops\nNigga, hit them walls til the bastard drop\nLabel me: Makaveli - Thug Nigga with pipe\nLivin' life as a Rock Star friday nights\nMake money, get pussy\nAlways keep a pager, cell-phone in the ride\nTo complete my Nature now!\n\nWhy, why, tell 'em that it's my good nature\nWhy, why, when I do that way (That's a nigga nature!)\n\nStarted as a seed from the semen\nStraight outta Papa's nuts, lustin' for creamin'\nBitches wit big butts, curves make a nigga cry, tits and shit\nWhen I'm locked down beggin' you for porno fleeks\nSneak weed in, helped a nigga passed the time\nWith my name tattoo'd so that ass is mine\nTell everybody; 'Pac put it down for good\nA local legend through the whole hood\nFollow me, I got a gun on me\nGoin' for nun on the run baby\nYou know a nigga need some, is my son crazy?\nWhy I cry, when i be thuggin' til i die\nPicture of nigga in heaven high, of weed I fly\nGot me missin' dead homies with the phonies that died\nHit the weed and hope it get me high\nDear God, understand my ways, livin' major\nBlessed with a thug's heart\nIn a realla nigga nature!\n\nWhy, why, tell 'em that it's my good nature\nWhy, why, when I do that way (That's a nigga nature!)\n(Just be a nigga nation)\n(It ain't my fault, that's a nigga nature)\n(A nigga nature)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Thug Nature\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: 'Makaveli 6: Thug 4 Life'\n  duration_ms: 265000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  No need to cry now, go wipe your tears\n  Be a woman, why you actin' surprised?\n  You showed the bullshit; commin' fake hair\n  Fake nails, fake eyes too\n  So why you bound to fuck wit fake guys too\n  Aint nothin' hard about it\n  Why you lookin' sad, should'a though about it\n  Say you learn, i truly doubt it\n  I guess you got a problem with affection, kinda loose with the love\n  Gettin' freaky with the thug niggaz up in the club\n  Ask to buy you a drink, you holla Don Perione (spellin?)\n  Knowin' I'm a cash dealer, still I, remain calm\n  Let you chill with me\n  Plus you was smilin' 'til the bill miss me\n  That's what you get for trynna dick me\n  Missed me with that \"buy me this, buy me that\"- syndrome shit\n  Bitch get a job if you wanna be rich\n  Gettin' mad 'cuz i cursed and i screamed i hate'cha\n  Introduced you to a nigga nature, feel me\n\n  Why, why, tell 'em that it's my good nature\n  Why, why, when I do that way\n\n  Probably too nice at first\n  I lettin' you kiss where it hurts\n  Me and you gettin' busy, slangin' dick in the dirt\n  Met you at a pool party it was cool to kick it\n  See us, toungkissin', you was trouly with it\n  Little Exstacy, Hennesey, mix with me\n  Picture me pray for pussy when the dick's for free\n  Hey now, where my niggaz at? Tell these hoes\n  Before I pay; I jerk off, word to Moses\n  Visions of you sittin' there sweaty and wet\n  Pointin' at the places that you want me to hit\n  Give me room all up in the room, call the cops\n  Nigga, hit them walls til the bastard drop\n  Label me: Makaveli - Thug Nigga with pipe\n  Livin' life as a Rock Star friday nights\n  Make money, get pussy\n  Always keep a pager, cell-phone in the ride\n  To complete my Nature now!\n\n  Why, why, tell 'em that it's my good nature\n  Why, why, when I do that way (That's a nigga nature!)\n\n  Started as a seed from the semen\n  Straight outta Papa's nuts, lustin' for creamin'\n  Bitches wit big butts, curves make a nigga cry, tits and shit\n  When I'm locked down beggin' you for porno fleeks\n  Sneak weed in, helped a nigga passed the time\n  With my name tattoo'd so that ass is mine\n  Tell everybody; 'Pac put it down for good\n  A local legend through the whole hood\n  Follow me, I got a gun on me\n  Goin' for nun on the run baby\n  You know a nigga need some, is my son crazy?\n  Why I cry, when i be thuggin' til i die\n  Picture of nigga in heaven high, of weed I fly\n  Got me missin' dead homies with the phonies that died\n  Hit the weed and hope it get me high\n  Dear God, understand my ways, livin' major\n  Blessed with a thug's heart\n  In a realla nigga nature!\n\n  Why, why, tell 'em that it's my good nature\n  Why, why, when I do that way (That's a nigga nature!)\n  (Just be a nigga nation)\n  (It ain't my fault, that's a nigga nature)\n  (A nigga nature)\n"},{"id":18787486,"name":"Thug Nigga","trackName":"Thug Nigga","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"Makaveli 6: Thug 4 Life","duration":244.74525,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"Nobody's, closing me out of my business\" [repeat 2X]\n[2Pac] My definition of a thug nigga\n\"Nobody's, closing me out of my business\"\n\n[Verse One: 2Pac]\n\nI played the cards I was given, thank God I'm still livin\nPack my nine til it's time to go to prison\nAs I'm bailin down the block that I come from, still gotta pack a gun\nCase some young motherfuckers wanna play dumb\nI guess I live life forever jugglin\nBut I'll be hustlin til the early mornin cause I'm strugglin\nLike drinkin liquor make the money come quicker\nGettin pages from my bitch it's time to dick her\nI ain't in love with her, I just wanna be the one to hit her\nDrop off and let the next nigga get her\nThat's the way it goes, it's time to shake a hoe, make the dough\nBreak a hoe when it's time to make some mo'\nI keep my finger on the trigger of my Glock\nRidin down the block lickin shots at the punk-ass *cops*\nAnd spittin game through my mobile phone\nThe type of shit to get them hoes to bone\nMy Definition of a Thug Nigga\n\n[Chorus: (various samples)]\n\n\"Tis the season, to be servin\" \"What you doin?\"\n\"Mob-mobbin like a motherfucker\" -- [Snoop Doggy Dogg]\n[Repeat 3X]\n\"Tis the season, to be servin\" [scratched by Warren G]\n\n[Verse Two: 2Pac]\n\nWell I roll with a crew of zoo niggaz\nThey're quick to pulle a nine when it's time do niggaz\nComin through like I'm two niggaz, a true nigga fuck a Zig Zag\nRoll me a blunt and pass that brew nigga\nI'm drivin drunk on the freeway, so take it ea-sy\nLookin for a new face to skeeze me\nEverybody's lookin for a nut but I'm searchin for the big bucks\nGive a fuck, rather die than be stuck\nIn a one-room shack, and, kickin back\nDaydreamin with the nine in my lap (huh)\nSo how's that from the mind of a Thug Nigga\nBought a fo'-five cause I heard that the slug's bigger\nFigure the first motherfucker to jump'll find hisself\nGettin swept off his feet by the pump\nI put that on my moms, word to the motherfuckin trigger\nBefore I go broke I'll be a drug dealer, a Thug Nigga\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse Three: 2Pac]\n\nShort than a motherfucker snatched up by one-time\nMake a phone call and be back to ball by lunchtime\nSo here we go, we in the inner city\nI keep my hand on my gat and stay cool, my attitude is shitty\nNiggaz don't like me cause I'm makin ends\nRoll in a Benz and I blaze a blunt, cause I'm all in\nAnd any nigga trying to take what I got'll\nHafta deal with the sixteen-shot Glock (huh)\nSo here we go, I can't be faded\nHappy in the motherfucker, finally made it\nGot my money in my pocket, finger on the trigger\nAnd I ain't takin shit from no niggaz\nI'm just tryin to make some money right\nPut some motherfuckin food in my tummy right\nI'm feelin good like I'm supposed to, ready to ball\nFind a spot and we can serve em all\nMy Definition of a Thug Nigga\n\n[Outro: (various samples)]\n\n\"Tis the season, to be servin\"\n\"Mobbin like a motherfucker, every single day\" -- [Snoop Doggy Dogg]\n[2Pac] My Definition of a Thug Nigga\n[Repeat 3X]\n\"Tis the season, to be servin\" [scratched by Warren G]\n\n\"Nobody's, closing me out of my business\" [continually scratched to near end]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Thug Nigga\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: 'Makaveli 6: Thug 4 Life'\n  duration_ms: 244745\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  \"Nobody's, closing me out of my business\" [repeat 2X]\n  [2Pac] My definition of a thug nigga\n  \"Nobody's, closing me out of my business\"\n\n  [Verse One: 2Pac]\n\n  I played the cards I was given, thank God I'm still livin\n  Pack my nine til it's time to go to prison\n  As I'm bailin down the block that I come from, still gotta pack a gun\n  Case some young motherfuckers wanna play dumb\n  I guess I live life forever jugglin\n  But I'll be hustlin til the early mornin cause I'm strugglin\n  Like drinkin liquor make the money come quicker\n  Gettin pages from my bitch it's time to dick her\n  I ain't in love with her, I just wanna be the one to hit her\n  Drop off and let the next nigga get her\n  That's the way it goes, it's time to shake a hoe, make the dough\n  Break a hoe when it's time to make some mo'\n  I keep my finger on the trigger of my Glock\n  Ridin down the block lickin shots at the punk-ass *cops*\n  And spittin game through my mobile phone\n  The type of shit to get them hoes to bone\n  My Definition of a Thug Nigga\n\n  [Chorus: (various samples)]\n\n  \"Tis the season, to be servin\" \"What you doin?\"\n  \"Mob-mobbin like a motherfucker\" -- [Snoop Doggy Dogg]\n  [Repeat 3X]\n  \"Tis the season, to be servin\" [scratched by Warren G]\n\n  [Verse Two: 2Pac]\n\n  Well I roll with a crew of zoo niggaz\n  They're quick to pulle a nine when it's time do niggaz\n  Comin through like I'm two niggaz, a true nigga fuck a Zig Zag\n  Roll me a blunt and pass that brew nigga\n  I'm drivin drunk on the freeway, so take it ea-sy\n  Lookin for a new face to skeeze me\n  Everybody's lookin for a nut but I'm searchin for the big bucks\n  Give a fuck, rather die than be stuck\n  In a one-room shack, and, kickin back\n  Daydreamin with the nine in my lap (huh)\n  So how's that from the mind of a Thug Nigga\n  Bought a fo'-five cause I heard that the slug's bigger\n  Figure the first motherfucker to jump'll find hisself\n  Gettin swept off his feet by the pump\n  I put that on my moms, word to the motherfuckin trigger\n  Before I go broke I'll be a drug dealer, a Thug Nigga\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Verse Three: 2Pac]\n\n  Short than a motherfucker snatched up by one-time\n  Make a phone call and be back to ball by lunchtime\n  So here we go, we in the inner city\n  I keep my hand on my gat and stay cool, my attitude is shitty\n  Niggaz don't like me cause I'm makin ends\n  Roll in a Benz and I blaze a blunt, cause I'm all in\n  And any nigga trying to take what I got'll\n  Hafta deal with the sixteen-shot Glock (huh)\n  So here we go, I can't be faded\n  Happy in the motherfucker, finally made it\n  Got my money in my pocket, finger on the trigger\n  And I ain't takin shit from no niggaz\n  I'm just tryin to make some money right\n  Put some motherfuckin food in my tummy right\n  I'm feelin good like I'm supposed to, ready to ball\n  Find a spot and we can serve em all\n  My Definition of a Thug Nigga\n\n  [Outro: (various samples)]\n\n  \"Tis the season, to be servin\"\n  \"Mobbin like a motherfucker, every single day\" -- [Snoop Doggy Dogg]\n  [2Pac] My Definition of a Thug Nigga\n  [Repeat 3X]\n  \"Tis the season, to be servin\" [scratched by Warren G]\n\n  \"Nobody's, closing me out of my business\" [continually scratched to near end]\n"},{"id":18810604,"name":"Thug Nature","trackName":"Thug Nature","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"Makaveli 6: Thug 4 Life","duration":273.723833,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"No need to cry now, go wipe your tears\nBe a woman, why you actin' surprised?\nYou showed the bullshit; commin' fake hair\nFake nails, fake eyes too\nSo why you bound to fuck wit fake guys too\nAint nothin' hard about it\nWhy you lookin' sad, should'a though about it\nSay you learn, i truly doubt it\nI guess you got a problem with affection, kinda loose with the love\nGettin' freaky with the thug niggaz up in the club\nAsk to buy you a drink, you holla Don Perione (spellin?)\nKnowin' I'm a cash dealer, still I, remain calm\nLet you chill with me\nPlus you was smilin' 'til the bill miss me\nThat's what you get for trynna dick me\nMissed me with that \"buy me this, buy me that\"- syndrome shit\nBitch get a job if you wanna be rich\nGettin' mad 'cuz i cursed and i screamed i hate'cha\nIntroduced you to a nigga nature, feel me\n\nWhy, why, tell 'em that it's my good nature\nWhy, why, when I do that way\n\nProbably too nice at first\nI lettin' you kiss where it hurts\nMe and you gettin' busy, slangin' dick in the dirt\nMet you at a pool party it was cool to kick it\nSee us, toungkissin', you was trouly with it\nLittle Exstacy, Hennesey, mix with me\nPicture me pray for pussy when the dick's for free\nHey now, where my niggaz at? Tell these hoes\nBefore I pay; I jerk off, word to Moses\nVisions of you sittin' there sweaty and wet\nPointin' at the places that you want me to hit\nGive me room all up in the room, call the cops\nNigga, hit them walls til the bastard drop\nLabel me: Makaveli - Thug Nigga with pipe\nLivin' life as a Rock Star friday nights\nMake money, get pussy\nAlways keep a pager, cell-phone in the ride\nTo complete my Nature now!\n\nWhy, why, tell 'em that it's my good nature\nWhy, why, when I do that way (That's a nigga nature!)\n\nStarted as a seed from the semen\nStraight outta Papa's nuts, lustin' for creamin'\nBitches wit big butts, curves make a nigga cry, tits and shit\nWhen I'm locked down beggin' you for porno fleeks\nSneak weed in, helped a nigga passed the time\nWith my name tattoo'd so that ass is mine\nTell everybody; 'Pac put it down for good\nA local legend through the whole hood\nFollow me, I got a gun on me\nGoin' for nun on the run baby\nYou know a nigga need some, is my son crazy?\nWhy I cry, when i be thuggin' til i die\nPicture of nigga in heaven high, of weed I fly\nGot me missin' dead homies with the phonies that died\nHit the weed and hope it get me high\nDear God, understand my ways, livin' major\nBlessed with a thug's heart\nIn a realla nigga nature!\n\nWhy, why, tell 'em that it's my good nature\nWhy, why, when I do that way (That's a nigga nature!)\n(Just be a nigga nation)\n(It ain't my fault, that's a nigga nature)\n(A nigga nature)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Thug Nature\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: 'Makaveli 6: Thug 4 Life'\n  duration_ms: 273724\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  No need to cry now, go wipe your tears\n  Be a woman, why you actin' surprised?\n  You showed the bullshit; commin' fake hair\n  Fake nails, fake eyes too\n  So why you bound to fuck wit fake guys too\n  Aint nothin' hard about it\n  Why you lookin' sad, should'a though about it\n  Say you learn, i truly doubt it\n  I guess you got a problem with affection, kinda loose with the love\n  Gettin' freaky with the thug niggaz up in the club\n  Ask to buy you a drink, you holla Don Perione (spellin?)\n  Knowin' I'm a cash dealer, still I, remain calm\n  Let you chill with me\n  Plus you was smilin' 'til the bill miss me\n  That's what you get for trynna dick me\n  Missed me with that \"buy me this, buy me that\"- syndrome shit\n  Bitch get a job if you wanna be rich\n  Gettin' mad 'cuz i cursed and i screamed i hate'cha\n  Introduced you to a nigga nature, feel me\n\n  Why, why, tell 'em that it's my good nature\n  Why, why, when I do that way\n\n  Probably too nice at first\n  I lettin' you kiss where it hurts\n  Me and you gettin' busy, slangin' dick in the dirt\n  Met you at a pool party it was cool to kick it\n  See us, toungkissin', you was trouly with it\n  Little Exstacy, Hennesey, mix with me\n  Picture me pray for pussy when the dick's for free\n  Hey now, where my niggaz at? Tell these hoes\n  Before I pay; I jerk off, word to Moses\n  Visions of you sittin' there sweaty and wet\n  Pointin' at the places that you want me to hit\n  Give me room all up in the room, call the cops\n  Nigga, hit them walls til the bastard drop\n  Label me: Makaveli - Thug Nigga with pipe\n  Livin' life as a Rock Star friday nights\n  Make money, get pussy\n  Always keep a pager, cell-phone in the ride\n  To complete my Nature now!\n\n  Why, why, tell 'em that it's my good nature\n  Why, why, when I do that way (That's a nigga nature!)\n\n  Started as a seed from the semen\n  Straight outta Papa's nuts, lustin' for creamin'\n  Bitches wit big butts, curves make a nigga cry, tits and shit\n  When I'm locked down beggin' you for porno fleeks\n  Sneak weed in, helped a nigga passed the time\n  With my name tattoo'd so that ass is mine\n  Tell everybody; 'Pac put it down for good\n  A local legend through the whole hood\n  Follow me, I got a gun on me\n  Goin' for nun on the run baby\n  You know a nigga need some, is my son crazy?\n  Why I cry, when i be thuggin' til i die\n  Picture of nigga in heaven high, of weed I fly\n  Got me missin' dead homies with the phonies that died\n  Hit the weed and hope it get me high\n  Dear God, understand my ways, livin' major\n  Blessed with a thug's heart\n  In a realla nigga nature!\n\n  Why, why, tell 'em that it's my good nature\n  Why, why, when I do that way (That's a nigga nature!)\n  (Just be a nigga nation)\n  (It ain't my fault, that's a nigga nature)\n  (A nigga nature)\n"},{"id":20838290,"name":"Thug Luv","trackName":"Thug Luv","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"Makaveli 6 - Thug 4 Life","duration":315.768163,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Nigga we doing this shit from Cleveland to LA\nNigga whatever you niggas want we bringing it\nThug Luv nigga what time is it yo\nI don't give a fuck where you lay at\nIt's time to slay these bitch made niggas\n\nPac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us\n\nPac Pac run wit us Pac and RIP with Thug Luv\n\nThey ain't even knowing what type of niggas we is\nWhere my thugs at Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n\nI know you niggas been waiting for this shit for a long time\nWell here it is nigga here it is what you gone do with it\n\nWell I must be close to the Armageddon lord you know\nThat I won't fly that lesson you taught\nme to pull out my Wesson you brought me\nAnd am I stressing it softly get 'em up off me cause all\nWe wanted was harmony been bombing 'em yell up outta my ghetto\nI want settle get on my level they can't\nStop me or drop me nigga they got me fuck naw\nLittle Pac get schizophrenic and manage to damage all y'all\nI'll talk about 'em and you don't really want it\nCause they're cornered and I want 'em to jump up\nI'd rather say that we came to shut 'em all down\nSo quick to test bullet yes declare war\nRoll and I'll blow when I get the gun for the murder mo' horror\nFor what the did it all pause for the cause and I\nFin to pull a nine or pistol little\nnigga wit mine fuck them niggas it's on\nAll y'all fall Bizzy gettin bitches test me bless the floor\nIn any attempt to arrest me stress me lord\nLooking at death with the last of my breath\nFollow follow my kids but don't sin in my steps\nYet the weapon is kept with the best of my secrets\n\nDeep in the leaves I'm alone nigga believe\nThat I can see it if needed an if you really want me in\nWell let it be and get the greens and be running up over Cleveland\n\nHahaha what's poppin nigga\n\nPut your motherfucking hand on your strap nigga\nThug Luv nigga we can do this like gangstas\nAnd slug it out or be like punks and punk it out\nPull your strap on me nigga and you better kill be thug life baby\n\nI'll probably be punished for hard living blind to the facts\nThugs is convicts in gods prison hand on the strap\nPraying to father please forgive me police be rushing when they see me\nI flaunted America's most wanted live on TV life\nPleasure and pain stuck in this game holler my name\nWe all gone die we bleed through similar veins\nYou're explain to me now don't panic when my gun burst\nHeard the last jam nigga this ones worse\nMy nigga bone held the chrome till I came home\nThug Luv players tell these bitch niggas bring it on\nI caught a plane out to Cleveland late last evening\n\nTo help my niggas clean up some niggas no longer breathing now\nWho you believe in hit the weed and breathe it's a\nCold ass the world them niggas kill you in your sleep\nUntil they stop me bury murder me or drop me\nI got Thug Luv for my nationwide posse feel me\n\nLittle thug from the land nigga never ran\nMotherfuckers out to get me they don't understand\nIt's the #1 nigga out with a nation of niggas\nDown to put in some work do some dirt\nFucking round with the band Bone Thugs N Harmony\nFollow down the road we stroll to meet karma\nEverything I do it seem to cause drama\nReady for the war like a knight in my armor bomb ya\nSo quick to test us nigga wanna crash me 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wit us run wit us run wit us\n\n  Pac Pac run wit us Pac and RIP with Thug Luv\n\n  They ain't even knowing what type of niggas we is\n  Where my thugs at Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n\n  I know you niggas been waiting for this shit for a long time\n  Well here it is nigga here it is what you gone do with it\n\n  Well I must be close to the Armageddon lord you know\n  That I won't fly that lesson you taught\n  me to pull out my Wesson you brought me\n  And am I stressing it softly get 'em up off me cause all\n  We wanted was harmony been bombing 'em yell up outta my ghetto\n  I want settle get on my level they can't\n  Stop me or drop me nigga they got me fuck naw\n  Little Pac get schizophrenic and manage to damage all y'all\n  I'll talk about 'em and you don't really want it\n  Cause they're cornered and I want 'em to jump up\n  I'd rather say that we came to shut 'em all down\n  So quick to test bullet yes declare war\n  Roll and I'll blow when I get the gun for the murder mo' horror\n  For what the did it all pause for the cause and I\n  Fin to pull a nine or pistol little\n  nigga wit mine fuck them niggas it's on\n  All y'all fall Bizzy gettin bitches test me bless the floor\n  In any attempt to arrest me stress me lord\n  Looking at death with the last of my breath\n  Follow follow my kids but don't sin in my steps\n  Yet the weapon is kept with the best of my secrets\n\n  Deep in the leaves I'm alone nigga believe\n  That I can see it if needed an if you really want me in\n  Well let it be and get the greens and be running up over Cleveland\n\n  Hahaha what's poppin nigga\n\n  Put your motherfucking hand on your strap nigga\n  Thug Luv nigga we can do this like gangstas\n  And slug it out or be like punks and punk it out\n  Pull your strap on me nigga and you better kill be thug life baby\n\n  I'll probably be punished for hard living blind to the facts\n  Thugs is convicts in gods prison hand on the strap\n  Praying to father please forgive me police be rushing when they see me\n  I flaunted America's most wanted live on TV life\n  Pleasure and pain stuck in this game holler my name\n  We all gone die we bleed through similar veins\n  You're explain to me now don't panic when my gun burst\n  Heard the last jam nigga this ones worse\n  My nigga bone held the chrome till I came home\n  Thug Luv players tell these bitch niggas bring it on\n  I caught a plane out to Cleveland late last evening\n\n  To help my niggas clean up some niggas no longer breathing now\n  Who you believe in hit the weed and breathe it's a\n  Cold ass the world them niggas kill you in your sleep\n  Until they stop me bury murder me or drop me\n  I got Thug Luv for my nationwide posse feel me\n\n  Little thug from the land nigga never ran\n  Motherfuckers out to get me they don't understand\n  It's the #1 nigga out with a nation of niggas\n  Down to put in some work do some dirt\n  Fucking round with the band Bone Thugs N Harmony\n  Follow down the road we stroll to meet karma\n  Everything I do it seem to cause drama\n  Ready for the war like a knight in my armor bomb ya\n  So quick to test us nigga wanna crash me eat dust\n  For the love of the lust niggas bustin on us\n  Hit 'em up with he buck 12 gauge erupt it's the Art Of War\n  Putting niggas on the floor\n  When I'm coming through the door bringing nothing but terror\n  Causing much pain to the nigga that dared us\n  Trying to put a twist in this thugsta\n\n  Era Paired up with a nigga like Pac\n  And a nigga like me gotta stay high\n  Thug Luv till i die keep my prayer to the sky\n  But I'm still in the hood smoke and fry\n  So I beg the lord to save us all escapers of misery\n  Bless my niggas in penitentiaries soldiers of the century\n\n  Here to get it told my niggas to get the hell down\n  Down with the dirt and we don't fuck around\n  Buck a couple of rounds and if\n  you're passing through then hit the ground\n  And don't get caught up in the crossfire nigga\n  Artillery thick and you don't want to get to fucking with this\n  I'm straight devil devil not a punk and pretend\n  I reload buck a little more flee the scene\n\n  'fore the po-po even know what you lookin for\n  They don't know a motherfucker with a leatherface hey\n  Man she said I ran this way said I ran that way\n  You hoes'll never know because I got away yeah\n  A criminal mind to keep a nigga on the level sometimes\n  So get high and analyze your crime\n  Directly organized with results you'll be surprised\n\n  Oh nigga can you feel the vibe we can\n  ride player hating niggas you gots to die\n  It's over wit Bone better leave it\n  alone Mo Thug I'm cracking fucking domes\n  Still in the hood where the thugs\n  play fucking wit nothing but thugs man\n  Ain't taking no shorts or no losses\n  we cracking them domes around my way\n  Give it to 'em on another level nigga\n  Get a shovel you can dig a hole bitches is dead\n\n  Infrared to the head you can beg you\n  can fled but still gone bleed bloody red\n  Fuck with mine will be see in the moonlight\n  Cause we out riding looking for you\n  Better run for cover nigga duck we about to bust\n  Straight got the Infrared put it on his forehead make some moves\n  Send flowers straight to his home\n  Put a card in the motherfucker send it to his mama\n  Tell her he was dead wrong dead wrong gone now he long gone\n\n  Pac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us\n  Pac Pac run wit us Pac and RIP with Thug Luv\n"},{"id":23573475,"name":"Thug Nigga","trackName":"Thug Nigga","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"Makaveli 6: Thug 4 Life","duration":237.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"Nobody's, closing me out of my business\" [repeat 2X]\n[2Pac] My definition of a thug nigga\n\"Nobody's, closing me out of my business\"\n\n[Verse One: 2Pac]\n\nI played the cards I was given, thank God I'm still livin\nPack my nine til it's time to go to prison\nAs I'm bailin down the block that I come from, still gotta pack a gun\nCase some young motherfuckers wanna play dumb\nI guess I live life forever jugglin\nBut I'll be hustlin til the early mornin cause I'm strugglin\nLike drinkin liquor make the money come quicker\nGettin pages from my bitch it's time to dick her\nI ain't in love with her, I just wanna be the one to hit her\nDrop off and let the next nigga get her\nThat's the way it goes, it's time to shake a hoe, make the dough\nBreak a hoe when it's time to make some mo'\nI keep my finger on the trigger of my Glock\nRidin down the block lickin shots at the punk-ass *cops*\nAnd spittin game through my mobile phone\nThe type of shit to get them hoes to bone\nMy Definition of a Thug Nigga\n\n[Chorus: (various samples)]\n\n\"Tis the season, to be servin\" \"What you doin?\"\n\"Mob-mobbin like a motherfucker\" -- [Snoop Doggy Dogg]\n[Repeat 3X]\n\"Tis the season, to be servin\" [scratched by Warren G]\n\n[Verse Two: 2Pac]\n\nWell I roll with a crew of zoo niggaz\nThey're quick to pulle a nine when it's time do niggaz\nComin through like I'm two niggaz, a true nigga fuck a Zig Zag\nRoll me a blunt and pass that brew nigga\nI'm drivin drunk on the freeway, so take it ea-sy\nLookin for a new face to skeeze me\nEverybody's lookin for a nut but I'm searchin for the big bucks\nGive a fuck, rather die than be stuck\nIn a one-room shack, and, kickin back\nDaydreamin with the nine in my lap (huh)\nSo how's that from the mind of a Thug Nigga\nBought a fo'-five cause I heard that the slug's bigger\nFigure the first motherfucker to jump'll find hisself\nGettin swept off his feet by the pump\nI put that on my moms, word to the motherfuckin trigger\nBefore I go broke I'll be a drug dealer, a Thug Nigga\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse Three: 2Pac]\n\nShort than a motherfucker snatched up by one-time\nMake a phone call and be back to ball by lunchtime\nSo here we go, we in the inner city\nI keep my hand on my gat and stay cool, my attitude is shitty\nNiggaz don't like me cause I'm makin ends\nRoll in a Benz and I blaze a blunt, cause I'm all in\nAnd any nigga trying to take what I got'll\nHafta deal with the sixteen-shot Glock (huh)\nSo here we go, I can't be faded\nHappy in the motherfucker, finally made it\nGot my money in my pocket, finger on the trigger\nAnd I ain't takin shit from no niggaz\nI'm just tryin to make some money right\nPut some motherfuckin food in my tummy right\nI'm feelin good like I'm supposed to, ready to ball\nFind a spot and we can serve em all\nMy Definition of a Thug Nigga\n\n[Outro: (various samples)]\n\n\"Tis the season, to be servin\"\n\"Mobbin like a motherfucker, every single day\" -- [Snoop Doggy Dogg]\n[2Pac] My Definition of a Thug Nigga\n[Repeat 3X]\n\"Tis the season, to be servin\" [scratched by Warren G]\n\n\"Nobody's, closing me out of my business\" [continually scratched to near end]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Thug Nigga\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: 'Makaveli 6: Thug 4 Life'\n  duration_ms: 237000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  \"Nobody's, closing me out of my business\" [repeat 2X]\n  [2Pac] My definition of a thug nigga\n  \"Nobody's, closing me out of my business\"\n\n  [Verse One: 2Pac]\n\n  I played the cards I was given, thank God I'm still livin\n  Pack my nine til it's time to go to prison\n  As I'm bailin down the block that I come from, still gotta pack a gun\n  Case some young motherfuckers wanna play dumb\n  I guess I live life forever jugglin\n  But I'll be hustlin til the early mornin cause I'm strugglin\n  Like drinkin liquor make the money come quicker\n  Gettin pages from my bitch it's time to dick her\n  I ain't in love with her, I just wanna be the one to hit her\n  Drop off and let the next nigga get her\n  That's the way it goes, it's time to shake a hoe, make the dough\n  Break a hoe when it's time to make some mo'\n  I keep my finger on the trigger of my Glock\n  Ridin down the block lickin shots at the punk-ass *cops*\n  And spittin game through my mobile phone\n  The type of shit to get them hoes to bone\n  My Definition of a Thug Nigga\n\n  [Chorus: (various samples)]\n\n  \"Tis the season, to be servin\" \"What you doin?\"\n  \"Mob-mobbin like a motherfucker\" -- [Snoop Doggy Dogg]\n  [Repeat 3X]\n  \"Tis the season, to be servin\" [scratched by Warren G]\n\n  [Verse Two: 2Pac]\n\n  Well I roll with a crew of zoo niggaz\n  They're quick to pulle a nine when it's time do niggaz\n  Comin through like I'm two niggaz, a true nigga fuck a Zig Zag\n  Roll me a blunt and pass that brew nigga\n  I'm drivin drunk on the freeway, so take it ea-sy\n  Lookin for a new face to skeeze me\n  Everybody's lookin for a nut but I'm searchin for the big bucks\n  Give a fuck, rather die than be stuck\n  In a one-room shack, and, kickin back\n  Daydreamin with the nine in my lap (huh)\n  So how's that from the mind of a Thug Nigga\n  Bought a fo'-five cause I heard that the slug's bigger\n  Figure the first motherfucker to jump'll find hisself\n  Gettin swept off his feet by the pump\n  I put that on my moms, word to the motherfuckin trigger\n  Before I go broke I'll be a drug dealer, a Thug Nigga\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Verse Three: 2Pac]\n\n  Short than a motherfucker snatched up by one-time\n  Make a phone call and be back to ball by lunchtime\n  So here we go, we in the inner city\n  I keep my hand on my gat and stay cool, my attitude is shitty\n  Niggaz don't like me cause I'm makin ends\n  Roll in a Benz and I blaze a blunt, cause I'm all in\n  And any nigga trying to take what I got'll\n  Hafta deal with the sixteen-shot Glock (huh)\n  So here we go, I can't be faded\n  Happy in the motherfucker, finally made it\n  Got my money in my pocket, finger on the trigger\n  And I ain't takin shit from no niggaz\n  I'm just tryin to make some money right\n  Put some motherfuckin food in my tummy right\n  I'm feelin good like I'm supposed to, ready to ball\n  Find a spot and we can serve em all\n  My Definition of a Thug Nigga\n\n  [Outro: (various samples)]\n\n  \"Tis the season, to be servin\"\n  \"Mobbin like a motherfucker, every single day\" -- [Snoop Doggy Dogg]\n  [2Pac] My Definition of a Thug Nigga\n  [Repeat 3X]\n  \"Tis the season, to be servin\" [scratched by Warren G]\n\n  \"Nobody's, closing me out of my business\" [continually scratched to near end]\n"},{"id":11320547,"name":"Thug Luv","trackName":"Thug Luv","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"Makaveli 6: Thug 4 Life","duration":307.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Nigga we doing this shit from Cleveland to LA\nNigga whatever you niggas want we bringing it\nThug Luv nigga what time is it yo\nI don't give a fuck where you lay at\nIt's time to slay these bitch made niggas\n\nPac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us\n\nPac Pac run wit us Pac and RIP with Thug Luv\n\nThey ain't even knowing what type of niggas we is\nWhere my thugs at Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n\nI know you niggas been waiting for this shit for a long time\nWell here it is nigga here it is what you gone do with it\n\nWell I must be close to the Armageddon lord you know\nThat I won't fly that lesson you taught\nme to pull out my Wesson you brought me\nAnd am I stressing it softly get 'em up off me cause all\nWe wanted was harmony been bombing 'em yell up outta my ghetto\nI want settle get on my level they can't\nStop me or drop me nigga they got me fuck naw\nLittle Pac get schizophrenic and manage to damage all y'all\nI'll talk about 'em and you don't really want it\nCause they're cornered and I want 'em to jump up\nI'd rather say that we came to shut 'em all down\nSo quick to test bullet yes declare war\nRoll and I'll blow when I get the gun for the murder mo' horror\nFor what the did it all pause for the cause and I\nFin to pull a nine or pistol little\nnigga wit mine fuck them niggas it's on\nAll y'all fall Bizzy gettin bitches test me bless the floor\nIn any attempt to arrest me stress me lord\nLooking at death with the last of my breath\nFollow follow my kids but don't sin in my steps\nYet the weapon is kept with the best of my secrets\n\nDeep in the leaves I'm alone nigga believe\nThat I can see it if needed an if you really want me in\nWell let it be and get the greens and be running up over Cleveland\n\nHahaha what's poppin nigga\n\nPut your motherfucking hand on your strap nigga\nThug Luv nigga we can do this like gangstas\nAnd slug it out or be like punks and punk it out\nPull your strap on me nigga and you better kill be thug life baby\n\nI'll probably be punished for hard living blind to the facts\nThugs is convicts in gods prison hand on the strap\nPraying to father please forgive me police be rushing when they see me\nI flaunted America's most wanted live on TV life\nPleasure and pain stuck in this game holler my name\nWe all gone die we bleed through similar veins\nYou're explain to me now don't panic when my gun burst\nHeard the last jam nigga this ones worse\nMy nigga bone held the chrome till I came home\nThug Luv players tell these bitch niggas bring it on\nI caught a plane out to Cleveland late last evening\n\nTo help my niggas clean up some niggas no longer breathing now\nWho you believe in hit the weed and breathe it's a\nCold ass the world them niggas kill you in your sleep\nUntil they stop me bury murder me or drop me\nI got Thug Luv for my nationwide posse feel me\n\nLittle thug from the land nigga never ran\nMotherfuckers out to get me they don't understand\nIt's the #1 nigga out with a nation of niggas\nDown to put in some work do some dirt\nFucking round with the band Bone Thugs N Harmony\nFollow down the road we stroll to meet karma\nEverything I do it seem to cause drama\nReady for the war like a knight in my armor bomb ya\nSo quick to test us nigga wanna crash me eat dust\nFor the love of the lust niggas bustin on us\nHit 'em up with he buck 12 gauge erupt it's the Art Of War\nPutting niggas on the floor\nWhen I'm coming through the door bringing nothing but terror\nCausing much pain to the nigga that dared us\nTrying to put a twist in this thugsta\n\nEra Paired up with a nigga like Pac\nAnd a nigga like me gotta stay high\nThug Luv till i die keep my prayer to the sky\nBut I'm still in the hood smoke and fry\nSo I beg the lord to save us all escapers of misery\nBless my niggas in penitentiaries soldiers of the century\n\nHere to get it told my niggas to get the hell down\nDown with the dirt and we don't fuck around\nBuck a couple of rounds and if\nyou're passing through then hit the ground\nAnd don't get caught up in the crossfire nigga\nArtillery thick and you don't want to get to fucking with this\nI'm straight devil devil not a punk and pretend\nI reload buck a little more flee the scene\n\n'fore the po-po even know what you lookin for\nThey don't know a motherfucker with a leatherface hey\nMan she said I ran this way said I ran that way\nYou hoes'll never know because I got away yeah\nA criminal mind to keep a nigga on the level sometimes\nSo get high and analyze your crime\nDirectly organized with results you'll be surprised\n\nOh nigga can you feel the vibe we can\nride player hating niggas you gots to die\nIt's over wit Bone better leave it\nalone Mo Thug I'm cracking fucking domes\nStill in the hood where the thugs\nplay fucking wit nothing but thugs man\nAin't taking no shorts or no losses\nwe cracking them domes around my way\nGive it to 'em on another level nigga\nGet a shovel you can dig a hole bitches is dead\n\nInfrared to the head you can beg you\ncan fled but still gone bleed bloody red\nFuck with mine will be see in the moonlight\nCause we out riding looking for you\nBetter run for cover nigga duck we about to bust\nStraight got the Infrared put it on his forehead make some moves\nSend flowers straight to his home\nPut a card in the motherfucker send it to his mama\nTell her he was dead wrong dead wrong gone now he long gone\n\nPac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us\nPac Pac run wit us Pac and RIP with Thug Luv","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.01] Nigga we doing this shit from Cleveland to LA\n[00:02.06] Nigga whatever you niggas want we bringing it\n[00:04.55] Thug Luv nigga what time is it yo\n[00:06.83] I don't give a fuck where you lay at\n[00:08.98] It's time to slay these bitch made niggas\n[00:10.84] Pac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us\n[00:12.39] Pac Pac run wit us Pac and RIP with Thug Luv\n[00:14.82] They ain't even knowing what type of niggas we is\n[00:17.14] Where my thugs at Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n[00:18.88] I know you niggas been waiting for this shit for a long time\n[00:20.65] Well here it is nigga here it is what you gone do with it\n[00:23.13] Well I must be close to the Armageddon lord you know\n[00:26.33] That I won't fly that lesson you taught\n[00:28.68] me to pull out my Wesson you brought me\n[00:30.55] And am I stressing it softly get 'em up off me cause all\n[00:34.25] We wanted was harmony been bombing 'em yell up outta my ghetto\n[00:37.77] I want settle get on my level they can't\n[00:39.52] Stop me or drop me nigga they got me fuck naw\n[00:41.21] Little Pac get schizophrenic and manage to damage all y'all\n[00:45.71] I'll talk about 'em and you don't really want it\n[00:48.54] Cause they're cornered and I want 'em to jump up\n[00:50.56] I'd rather say that we came to shut 'em all down\n[00:52.32] So quick to test bullet yes declare war\n[00:54.02] Roll and I'll blow when I get the gun for the murder mo' horror\n[00:56.03] For what the did it all pause for the cause and I\n[00:57.31] Fin to pull a nine or pistol little\n[00:58.87] nigga wit mine fuck them niggas it's on\n[01:00.22] All y'all fall Bizzy gettin bitches test me bless the floor\n[01:02.93] In any attempt to arrest me stress me lord\n[01:04.43] Looking at death with the last of my breath\n[01:06.18] Follow follow my kids but don't sin in my steps\n[01:08.15] Yet the weapon is kept with the best of my secrets\n[01:09.89] Deep in the leaves I'm alone nigga believe\n[01:11.54] That I can see it if needed an if you really want me in\n[01:13.19] Well let it be and get the greens and be running up over Cleveland\n[01:15.27] Hahaha what's poppin nigga\n[01:17.58] Put your motherfucking hand on your strap nigga\n[01:19.28] Thug Luv nigga we can do this like gangstas\n[01:21.70] And slug it out or be like punks and punk it out\n[01:25.63] Pull your strap on me nigga and you better kill be thug life baby\n[01:27.87] I'll probably be punished for hard living blind to the facts\n[01:30.76] Thugs is convicts in gods prison hand on the strap\n[01:35.86] Praying to father please forgive me police be rushing when they see me\n[01:39.51] I flaunted America's most wanted live on TV life\n[01:42.84] Pleasure and pain stuck in this game holler my name\n[01:47.42] We all gone die we bleed through similar veins\n[01:51.07] You're explain to me now don't panic when my gun burst\n[01:54.61] Heard the last jam nigga this ones worse\n[01:58.35] My nigga bone held the chrome till I came home\n[02:02.18] Thug Luv players tell these bitch niggas bring it on\n[02:05.43] I caught a plane out to Cleveland late last evening\n[02:09.69] To help my niggas clean up some niggas no longer breathing now\n[02:12.75] Who you believe in hit the weed and breathe it's a\n[02:15.56] Cold ass the world them niggas kill you in your sleep\n[02:19.41] Until they stop me bury murder me or drop me\n[02:23.08] I got Thug Luv for my nationwide posse feel me\n[02:27.07] Little thug from the land nigga never ran\n[02:30.78] \n[02:42.19] Motherfuckers out to get me they don't understand\n[02:43.91] It's the #1 nigga out with a nation of niggas\n[02:45.80] Down to put in some work do some dirt\n[02:47.02] Fucking round with the band Bone Thugs N Harmony\n[02:48.89] Follow down the road we stroll to meet karma\n[02:51.46] Everything I do it seem to cause drama\n[02:53.02] Ready for the war like a knight in my armor bomb ya\n[02:54.73] So quick to test us nigga wanna crash me eat dust\n[02:57.85] For the love of the lust niggas bustin on us\n[02:59.90] Hit 'em up with he buck 12 gauge erupt it's the Art Of War\n[03:02.31] Putting niggas on the floor\n[03:04.14] When I'm coming through the door bringing nothing but terror\n[03:05.60] Causing much pain to the nigga that dared us\n[03:07.54] Trying to put a twist in this thugsta\n[03:10.02] Era Paired up with a nigga like Pac\n[03:11.97] And a nigga like me gotta stay high\n[03:13.71] Thug Luv till i die keep my prayer to the sky\n[03:14.73] But I'm still in the hood smoke and fry\n[03:16.32] So I beg the lord to save us all escapers of misery\n[03:19.33] Bless my niggas in penitentiaries soldiers of the century\n[03:22.61] Here to get it told my niggas to get the hell down\n[03:25.04] Down with the dirt and we don't fuck around\n[03:26.28] Buck a couple of rounds and if\n[03:27.80] you're passing through then hit the ground\n[03:29.38] And don't get caught up in the crossfire nigga\n[03:30.68] Artillery thick and you don't want to get to fucking with this\n[03:32.85] I'm straight devil devil not a punk and pretend\n[03:34.74] I reload buck a little more flee the scene\n[03:36.89] 'fore the po-po even know what you lookin for\n[03:38.54] They don't know a motherfucker with a leatherface hey\n[03:41.21] Man she said I ran this way said I ran that way\n[03:43.19] You hoes'll never know because I got away yeah\n[03:45.05] A criminal mind to keep a nigga on the level sometimes\n[03:47.02] So get high and analyze your crime\n[03:48.72] Directly organized with results you'll be surprised\n[03:52.24] Oh nigga can you feel the vibe we can\n[03:54.18] ride player hating niggas you gots to die\n[03:55.84] It's over wit Bone better leave it\n[03:57.38] alone Mo Thug I'm cracking fucking domes\n[03:59.74] Still in the hood where the thugs\n[04:01.84] play fucking wit nothing but thugs man\n[04:03.59] Ain't taking no shorts or no losses\n[04:05.19] we cracking them domes around my way\n[04:07.15] Give it to 'em on another level nigga\n[04:08.74] Get a shovel you can dig a hole bitches is dead\n[04:10.31] Infrared to the head you can beg you\n[04:12.43] can fled but still gone bleed bloody red\n[04:14.56] Fuck with mine will be see in the moonlight\n[04:16.65] Cause we out riding looking for you\n[04:19.45] Better run for cover nigga duck we about to bust\n[04:20.90] Straight got the Infrared put it on his forehead make some moves\n[04:23.86] Send flowers straight to his home\n[04:25.50] Put a card in the motherfucker send it to his mama\n[04:27.10] Tell her he was dead wrong dead wrong gone now he long gone\n[04:32.36] Pac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us\n[04:38.58] Pac Pac run wit us Pac and RIP with Thug Luv\n[04:52.77] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Thug Luv\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: 'Makaveli 6: Thug 4 Life'\n  duration_ms: 307000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Nigga we doing this shit from Cleveland to LA\n  start_ms: 10\n  end_ms: 2060\n- text: Nigga whatever you niggas want we bringing it\n  start_ms: 2060\n  end_ms: 4550\n- text: Thug Luv nigga what time is it yo\n  start_ms: 4550\n  end_ms: 6830\n- text: I don't give a fuck where you lay at\n  start_ms: 6830\n  end_ms: 8980\n- text: It's time to slay these bitch made niggas\n  start_ms: 8980\n  end_ms: 10840\n- text: Pac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us\n  start_ms: 10840\n  end_ms: 12390\n- text: Pac Pac run wit us Pac and RIP with Thug Luv\n  start_ms: 12390\n  end_ms: 14820\n- text: They ain't even knowing what type of niggas we is\n  start_ms: 14820\n  end_ms: 17140\n- text: Where my thugs at Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n  start_ms: 17140\n  end_ms: 18880\n- text: I know you niggas been waiting for this shit for a long time\n  start_ms: 18880\n  end_ms: 20650\n- text: Well here it is nigga here it is what you gone do with it\n  start_ms: 20650\n  end_ms: 23130\n- text: Well I must be close to the Armageddon lord you know\n  start_ms: 23130\n  end_ms: 26330\n- text: That I won't fly that 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start_ms: 71540\n  end_ms: 73190\n- text: Well let it be and get the greens and be running up over Cleveland\n  start_ms: 73190\n  end_ms: 75270\n- text: Hahaha what's poppin nigga\n  start_ms: 75270\n  end_ms: 77580\n- text: Put your motherfucking hand on your strap nigga\n  start_ms: 77580\n  end_ms: 79280\n- text: Thug Luv nigga we can do this like gangstas\n  start_ms: 79280\n  end_ms: 81700\n- text: And slug it out or be like punks and punk it out\n  start_ms: 81700\n  end_ms: 85630\n- text: Pull your strap on me nigga and you better kill be thug life baby\n  start_ms: 85630\n  end_ms: 87870\n- text: I'll probably be punished for hard living blind to the facts\n  start_ms: 87870\n  end_ms: 90760\n- text: Thugs is convicts in gods prison hand on the strap\n  start_ms: 90760\n  end_ms: 95860\n- text: Praying to father please forgive me police be rushing when they see me\n  start_ms: 95860\n  end_ms: 99510\n- text: I flaunted America's most wanted live on TV life\n  start_ms: 99510\n  end_ms: 102840\n- text: Pleasure and pain stuck in this game holler my name\n  start_ms: 102840\n  end_ms: 107420\n- text: We all gone die we bleed through similar veins\n  start_ms: 107420\n  end_ms: 111070\n- text: You're explain to me now don't panic when my gun burst\n  start_ms: 111070\n  end_ms: 114610\n- text: Heard the last jam nigga this ones worse\n  start_ms: 114610\n  end_ms: 118350\n- text: My nigga bone held the chrome till I came home\n  start_ms: 118350\n  end_ms: 122180\n- text: Thug Luv players tell these bitch niggas bring it on\n  start_ms: 122180\n  end_ms: 125430\n- text: I caught a plane out to Cleveland late last evening\n  start_ms: 125430\n  end_ms: 129690\n- text: To help my niggas clean up some niggas no longer breathing now\n  start_ms: 129690\n  end_ms: 132750\n- text: Who you believe in hit the weed and breathe it's a\n  start_ms: 132750\n  end_ms: 135560\n- text: Cold ass the world them niggas kill you in your sleep\n  start_ms: 135560\n  end_ms: 139410\n- text: Until they stop me bury murder me or drop me\n  start_ms: 139410\n  end_ms: 143080\n- text: I got Thug Luv for my nationwide posse feel me\n  start_ms: 143080\n  end_ms: 147070\n- text: Little thug from the land nigga never ran\n  start_ms: 147070\n  end_ms: 150780\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 150780\n  end_ms: 162190\n- text: Motherfuckers out to get me they don't understand\n  start_ms: 162190\n  end_ms: 163910\n- text: 'It''s the #1 nigga out with a nation of niggas'\n  start_ms: 163910\n  end_ms: 165800\n- text: Down to put in some work do some dirt\n  start_ms: 165800\n  end_ms: 167020\n- text: Fucking round with the band Bone Thugs N Harmony\n  start_ms: 167020\n  end_ms: 168890\n- text: Follow down the road we stroll to meet karma\n  start_ms: 168890\n  end_ms: 171460\n- text: Everything I do it seem to cause drama\n  start_ms: 171460\n  end_ms: 173020\n- text: Ready for the war like a knight in my armor bomb ya\n  start_ms: 173020\n  end_ms: 174730\n- text: So quick to test us nigga wanna crash me eat dust\n  start_ms: 174730\n  end_ms: 177850\n- text: For the love of the lust niggas bustin on us\n  start_ms: 177850\n  end_ms: 179900\n- text: Hit 'em up with he buck 12 gauge erupt it's the Art Of War\n  start_ms: 179900\n  end_ms: 182310\n- text: Putting niggas on the floor\n  start_ms: 182310\n  end_ms: 184140\n- text: When I'm coming through the door bringing nothing but terror\n  start_ms: 184140\n  end_ms: 185600\n- text: Causing much pain to the nigga that dared us\n  start_ms: 185600\n  end_ms: 187540\n- text: Trying to put a twist in this thugsta\n  start_ms: 187540\n  end_ms: 190020\n- text: Era Paired up with a nigga like Pac\n  start_ms: 190020\n  end_ms: 191970\n- text: And a nigga like me gotta stay high\n  start_ms: 191970\n  end_ms: 193710\n- text: Thug Luv till i die keep my prayer to the sky\n  start_ms: 193710\n  end_ms: 194730\n- text: But I'm still in the hood smoke and fry\n  start_ms: 194730\n  end_ms: 196320\n- text: So I beg the lord to save us all escapers of misery\n  start_ms: 196320\n  end_ms: 199330\n- text: Bless my niggas in penitentiaries soldiers of the century\n  start_ms: 199330\n  end_ms: 202610\n- text: Here to get it told my niggas to get the hell down\n  start_ms: 202610\n  end_ms: 205040\n- text: Down with the dirt and we don't fuck around\n  start_ms: 205040\n  end_ms: 206280\n- text: Buck a couple of rounds and if\n  start_ms: 206280\n  end_ms: 207800\n- text: you're passing through then hit the ground\n  start_ms: 207800\n  end_ms: 209380\n- text: And don't get caught up in the crossfire nigga\n  start_ms: 209380\n  end_ms: 210680\n- text: Artillery thick and you don't want to get to fucking with this\n  start_ms: 210680\n  end_ms: 212850\n- text: I'm straight devil devil not a punk and pretend\n  start_ms: 212850\n  end_ms: 214740\n- text: I reload buck a little more flee the scene\n  start_ms: 214740\n  end_ms: 216890\n- text: '''fore the po-po even know what you lookin for'\n  start_ms: 216890\n  end_ms: 218540\n- text: They don't know a motherfucker with a leatherface hey\n  start_ms: 218540\n  end_ms: 221210\n- text: Man she said I ran this way said I ran that way\n  start_ms: 221210\n  end_ms: 223190\n- text: You hoes'll never know because I got away yeah\n  start_ms: 223190\n  end_ms: 225050\n- text: A criminal mind to keep a nigga on the level sometimes\n  start_ms: 225050\n  end_ms: 227020\n- text: So get high and analyze your crime\n  start_ms: 227020\n  end_ms: 228720\n- text: Directly organized with results you'll be surprised\n  start_ms: 228720\n  end_ms: 232240\n- text: Oh nigga can you feel the vibe we can\n  start_ms: 232240\n  end_ms: 234180\n- text: ride player hating niggas you gots to die\n  start_ms: 234180\n  end_ms: 235840\n- text: It's over wit Bone better leave it\n  start_ms: 235840\n  end_ms: 237380\n- text: alone Mo Thug I'm cracking fucking domes\n  start_ms: 237380\n  end_ms: 239740\n- text: Still in the hood where the thugs\n  start_ms: 239740\n  end_ms: 241840\n- text: play fucking wit nothing but thugs man\n  start_ms: 241840\n  end_ms: 243590\n- text: Ain't taking no shorts or no losses\n  start_ms: 243590\n  end_ms: 245190\n- text: we cracking them domes around my way\n  start_ms: 245190\n  end_ms: 247150\n- text: Give it to 'em on another level nigga\n  start_ms: 247150\n  end_ms: 248740\n- text: Get a shovel you can dig a hole bitches is dead\n  start_ms: 248740\n  end_ms: 250310\n- text: Infrared to the head you can beg you\n  start_ms: 250310\n  end_ms: 252430\n- text: can fled but still gone bleed bloody red\n  start_ms: 252430\n  end_ms: 254560\n- text: Fuck with mine will be see in the moonlight\n  start_ms: 254560\n  end_ms: 256650\n- text: Cause we out riding looking for you\n  start_ms: 256650\n  end_ms: 259450\n- text: Better run for cover nigga duck we about to bust\n  start_ms: 259450\n  end_ms: 260900\n- text: Straight got the Infrared put it on his forehead make some moves\n  start_ms: 260900\n  end_ms: 263860\n- text: Send flowers straight to his home\n  start_ms: 263860\n  end_ms: 265500\n- text: Put a card in the motherfucker send it to his mama\n  start_ms: 265500\n  end_ms: 267100\n- text: Tell her he was dead wrong dead wrong gone now he long gone\n  start_ms: 267100\n  end_ms: 272360\n- text: Pac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us\n  start_ms: 272360\n  end_ms: 278580\n- text: Pac Pac run wit us Pac and RIP with Thug Luv\n  start_ms: 278580\n  end_ms: 292770\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 292770\nplain: |-\n  Nigga we doing this shit from Cleveland to LA\n  Nigga whatever you niggas want we bringing it\n  Thug Luv nigga what time is it yo\n  I don't give a fuck where you lay at\n  It's time to slay these bitch made niggas\n\n  Pac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us\n\n  Pac Pac run wit us Pac and RIP with Thug Luv\n\n  They ain't even knowing what type of niggas we is\n  Where my thugs at Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n\n  I know you niggas been waiting for this shit for a long time\n  Well here it is nigga here it is what you gone do with it\n\n  Well I must be close to the Armageddon lord you know\n  That I won't fly that lesson you taught\n  me to pull out my Wesson you brought me\n  And am I stressing it softly get 'em up off me cause all\n  We wanted was harmony been bombing 'em yell up outta my ghetto\n  I want settle get on my level they can't\n  Stop me or drop me nigga they got me fuck naw\n  Little Pac get schizophrenic and manage to damage all y'all\n  I'll talk about 'em and you don't really want it\n  Cause they're cornered and I want 'em to jump up\n  I'd rather say that we came to shut 'em all down\n  So quick to test bullet yes declare war\n  Roll and I'll blow when I get the gun for the murder mo' horror\n  For what the did it all pause for the cause and I\n  Fin to pull a nine or pistol little\n  nigga wit mine fuck them niggas it's on\n  All y'all fall Bizzy gettin bitches test me bless the floor\n  In any attempt to arrest me stress me lord\n  Looking at death with the last of my breath\n  Follow follow my kids but don't sin in my steps\n  Yet the weapon is kept with the best of my secrets\n\n  Deep in the leaves I'm alone nigga believe\n  That I can see it if needed an if you really want me in\n  Well let it be and get the greens and be running up over Cleveland\n\n  Hahaha what's poppin nigga\n\n  Put your motherfucking hand on your strap nigga\n  Thug Luv nigga we can do this like gangstas\n  And slug it out or be like punks and punk it out\n  Pull your strap on me nigga and you better kill be thug life baby\n\n  I'll probably be punished for hard living blind to the facts\n  Thugs is convicts in gods prison hand on the strap\n  Praying to father please forgive me police be rushing when they see me\n  I flaunted America's most wanted live on TV life\n  Pleasure and pain stuck in this game holler my name\n  We all gone die we bleed through similar veins\n  You're explain to me now don't panic when my gun burst\n  Heard the last jam nigga this ones worse\n  My nigga bone held the chrome till I came home\n  Thug Luv players tell these bitch niggas bring it on\n  I caught a plane out to Cleveland late last evening\n\n  To help my niggas clean up some niggas no longer breathing now\n  Who you believe in hit the weed and breathe it's a\n  Cold ass the world them niggas kill you in your sleep\n  Until they stop me bury murder me or drop me\n  I got Thug Luv for my nationwide posse feel me\n\n  Little thug from the land nigga never ran\n  Motherfuckers out to get me they don't understand\n  It's the #1 nigga out with a nation of niggas\n  Down to put in some work do some dirt\n  Fucking round with the band Bone Thugs N Harmony\n  Follow down the road we stroll to meet karma\n  Everything I do it seem to cause drama\n  Ready for the war like a knight in my armor bomb ya\n  So quick to test us nigga wanna crash me eat dust\n  For the love of the lust niggas bustin on us\n  Hit 'em up with he buck 12 gauge erupt it's the Art Of War\n  Putting niggas on the floor\n  When I'm coming through the door bringing nothing but terror\n  Causing much pain to the nigga that dared us\n  Trying to put a twist in this thugsta\n\n  Era Paired up with a nigga like Pac\n  And a nigga like me gotta stay high\n  Thug Luv till i die keep my prayer to the sky\n  But I'm still in the hood smoke and fry\n  So I beg the lord to save us all escapers of misery\n  Bless my niggas in penitentiaries soldiers of the century\n\n  Here to get it told my niggas to get the hell down\n  Down with the dirt and we don't fuck around\n  Buck a couple of rounds and if\n  you're passing through then hit the ground\n  And don't get caught up in the crossfire nigga\n  Artillery thick and you don't want to get to fucking with this\n  I'm straight devil devil not a punk and pretend\n  I reload buck a little more flee the scene\n\n  'fore the po-po even know what you lookin for\n  They don't know a motherfucker with a leatherface hey\n  Man she said I ran this way said I ran that way\n  You hoes'll never know because I got away yeah\n  A criminal mind to keep a nigga on the level sometimes\n  So get high and analyze your crime\n  Directly organized with results you'll be surprised\n\n  Oh nigga can you feel the vibe we can\n  ride player hating niggas you gots to die\n  It's over wit Bone better leave it\n  alone Mo Thug I'm cracking fucking domes\n  Still in the hood where the thugs\n  play fucking wit nothing but thugs man\n  Ain't taking no shorts or no losses\n  we cracking them domes around my way\n  Give it to 'em on another level nigga\n  Get a shovel you can dig a hole bitches is dead\n\n  Infrared to the head you can beg you\n  can fled but still gone bleed bloody red\n  Fuck with mine will be see in the moonlight\n  Cause we out riding looking for you\n  Better run for cover nigga duck we about to bust\n  Straight got the Infrared put it on his forehead make some moves\n  Send flowers straight to his home\n  Put a card in the motherfucker send it to his mama\n  Tell her he was dead wrong dead wrong gone now he long gone\n\n  Pac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us\n  Pac Pac run wit us Pac and RIP with Thug Luv\n"},{"id":36994374,"name":"Thug Nigga","trackName":"Thug Nigga","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"Makaveli 06: Thug 4 Life","duration":244.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"Nobody's, closing me out of my business\" [repeat 2X]\n[2Pac] My definition of a thug nigga\n\"Nobody's, closing me out of my business\"\n\n[Verse One: 2Pac]\n\nI played the cards I was given, thank God I'm still livin\nPack my nine til it's time to go to prison\nAs I'm bailin down the block that I come from, still gotta pack a gun\nCase some young motherfuckers wanna play dumb\nI guess I live life forever jugglin\nBut I'll be hustlin til the early mornin cause I'm strugglin\nLike drinkin liquor make the money come quicker\nGettin pages from my bitch it's time to dick her\nI ain't in love with her, I just wanna be the one to hit her\nDrop off and let the next nigga get her\nThat's the way it goes, it's time to shake a hoe, make the dough\nBreak a hoe when it's time to make some mo'\nI keep my finger on the trigger of my Glock\nRidin down the block lickin shots at the punk-ass *cops*\nAnd spittin game through my mobile phone\nThe type of shit to get them hoes to bone\nMy Definition of a Thug Nigga\n\n[Chorus: (various samples)]\n\n\"Tis the season, to be servin\" \"What you doin?\"\n\"Mob-mobbin like a motherfucker\" -- [Snoop Doggy Dogg]\n[Repeat 3X]\n\"Tis the season, to be servin\" [scratched by Warren G]\n\n[Verse Two: 2Pac]\n\nWell I roll with a crew of zoo niggaz\nThey're quick to pulle a nine when it's time do niggaz\nComin through like I'm two niggaz, a true nigga fuck a Zig Zag\nRoll me a blunt and pass that brew nigga\nI'm drivin drunk on the freeway, so take it ea-sy\nLookin for a new face to skeeze me\nEverybody's lookin for a nut but I'm searchin for the big bucks\nGive a fuck, rather die than be stuck\nIn a one-room shack, and, kickin back\nDaydreamin with the nine in my lap (huh)\nSo how's that from the mind of a Thug Nigga\nBought a fo'-five cause I heard that the slug's bigger\nFigure the first motherfucker to jump'll find hisself\nGettin swept off his feet by the pump\nI put that on my moms, word to the motherfuckin trigger\nBefore I go broke I'll be a drug dealer, a Thug Nigga\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse Three: 2Pac]\n\nShort than a motherfucker snatched up by one-time\nMake a phone call and be back to ball by lunchtime\nSo here we go, we in the inner city\nI keep my hand on my gat and stay cool, my attitude is shitty\nNiggaz don't like me cause I'm makin ends\nRoll in a Benz and I blaze a blunt, cause I'm all in\nAnd any nigga trying to take what I got'll\nHafta deal with the sixteen-shot Glock (huh)\nSo here we go, I can't be faded\nHappy in the motherfucker, finally made it\nGot my money in my pocket, finger on the trigger\nAnd I ain't takin shit from no niggaz\nI'm just tryin to make some money right\nPut some motherfuckin food in my tummy right\nI'm feelin good like I'm supposed to, ready to ball\nFind a spot and we can serve em all\nMy Definition of a Thug Nigga\n\n[Outro: (various samples)]\n\n\"Tis the season, to be servin\"\n\"Mobbin like a motherfucker, every single day\" -- [Snoop Doggy Dogg]\n[2Pac] My Definition of a Thug Nigga\n[Repeat 3X]\n\"Tis the season, to be servin\" [scratched by Warren G]\n\n\"Nobody's, closing me out of my business\" [continually scratched to near end]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Thug Nigga\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: 'Makaveli 06: Thug 4 Life'\n  duration_ms: 244000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  \"Nobody's, closing me out of my business\" [repeat 2X]\n  [2Pac] My definition of a thug nigga\n  \"Nobody's, closing me out of my business\"\n\n  [Verse One: 2Pac]\n\n  I played the cards I was given, thank God I'm still livin\n  Pack my nine til it's time to go to prison\n  As I'm bailin down the block that I come from, still gotta pack a gun\n  Case some young motherfuckers wanna play dumb\n  I guess I live life forever jugglin\n  But I'll be hustlin til the early mornin cause I'm strugglin\n  Like drinkin liquor make the money come quicker\n  Gettin pages from my bitch it's time to dick her\n  I ain't in love with her, I just wanna be the one to hit her\n  Drop off and let the next nigga get her\n  That's the way it goes, it's time to shake a hoe, make the dough\n  Break a hoe when it's time to make some mo'\n  I keep my finger on the trigger of my Glock\n  Ridin down the block lickin shots at the punk-ass *cops*\n  And spittin game through my mobile phone\n  The type of shit to get them hoes to bone\n  My Definition of a Thug Nigga\n\n  [Chorus: (various samples)]\n\n  \"Tis the season, to be servin\" \"What you doin?\"\n  \"Mob-mobbin like a motherfucker\" -- [Snoop Doggy Dogg]\n  [Repeat 3X]\n  \"Tis the season, to be servin\" [scratched by Warren G]\n\n  [Verse Two: 2Pac]\n\n  Well I roll with a crew of zoo niggaz\n  They're quick to pulle a nine when it's time do niggaz\n  Comin through like I'm two niggaz, a true nigga fuck a Zig Zag\n  Roll me a blunt and pass that brew nigga\n  I'm drivin drunk on the freeway, so take it ea-sy\n  Lookin for a new face to skeeze me\n  Everybody's lookin for a nut but I'm searchin for the big bucks\n  Give a fuck, rather die than be stuck\n  In a one-room shack, and, kickin back\n  Daydreamin with the nine in my lap (huh)\n  So how's that from the mind of a Thug Nigga\n  Bought a fo'-five cause I heard that the slug's bigger\n  Figure the first motherfucker to jump'll find hisself\n  Gettin swept off his feet by the pump\n  I put that on my moms, word to the motherfuckin trigger\n  Before I go broke I'll be a drug dealer, a Thug Nigga\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Verse Three: 2Pac]\n\n  Short than a motherfucker snatched up by one-time\n  Make a phone call and be back to ball by lunchtime\n  So here we go, we in the inner city\n  I keep my hand on my gat and stay cool, my attitude is shitty\n  Niggaz don't like me cause I'm makin ends\n  Roll in a Benz and I blaze a blunt, cause I'm all in\n  And any nigga trying to take what I got'll\n  Hafta deal with the sixteen-shot Glock (huh)\n  So here we go, I can't be faded\n  Happy in the motherfucker, finally made it\n  Got my money in my pocket, finger on the trigger\n  And I ain't takin shit from no niggaz\n  I'm just tryin to make some money right\n  Put some motherfuckin food in my tummy right\n  I'm feelin good like I'm supposed to, ready to ball\n  Find a spot and we can serve em all\n  My Definition of a Thug Nigga\n\n  [Outro: (various samples)]\n\n  \"Tis the season, to be servin\"\n  \"Mobbin like a motherfucker, every single day\" -- [Snoop Doggy Dogg]\n  [2Pac] My Definition of a Thug Nigga\n  [Repeat 3X]\n  \"Tis the season, to be servin\" 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riches, but there is only one way to make more\nSo I'm standin' on the corner tryin' to hustle in the snow\nAnd my bigger bro, couldn't know\nBut buy a .44, blastin' at playa haters wantin' more\nWith a thug passion\n\nPuttin' down mashin', control by this thug's passion\nUnlike them other bustas pistol blastin'\nI'm askin', what happened\nTo the niggas who kept it real like they claim to\nThat's what money and fame do, see they ain't true\nTravelin' this road my poor soul has been consolidated\nWith all this bullshit that I done tolerated\nHow I made it, can be easily stated\nIt's like my hardest bring the grip with the passion, left me to fuckin' greatest\nLoad up and take shit\n\nMake it to some high dollar gangsta shit\nJack a stack 'til we got enough bank to split\n\nCreep with me, through that immortal flow\nThug passion got you tremblin' like Death on the Row\nMake your move, so I can throw your mind a curve\nWhile I'll be blowin' up the scene, like my nigga Mr. Herb\nTake a toke, as your heart goes full arrest\nI got the bomb, so nigga, fuck the rest\nYou need a dub to get you flowin'\nAnd let that loc see smoke\nFeelin' the strokes of the 9 squeeze tight and slow\n\nI heard it's the bomb\nAnd you got it goin' on\nGive me some of your thug passion, baby\nYou got me drippin' wet\nFrom the way you make me sweat\nGive me some of your thug passion, baby ohhhwow!\n\nThey say money don't make the man But damn, I'm makin' money\nObservin' you motherfuckers, 'cause some of you bitches funny\nSay you want it but you bullshittin' Lickin' them lips, you got me about to act a fool quick\nSippin' on some Alizé and Cristal, meanwhile\nBuy me a drink and get to winkin' at me, she smiles; a niggas full of passion\nSatisfaction is everlastin'\n\"How does it feel?\" what I'm askin'\nWhile I'm rubbin' on that ass \"Why you laughin'?\"\nSee, I'm diggin' as if I'm curious\nFull blown and furious\nBaby, get a grip, when I be doin' this Its' so physical my attraction\nDriven by alcohol, beware of my reaction\nBaby I'm born to ball\nThugged out on Death Row\nYou better recognize and picture what I said so\nNow you can feel it, it's a portion for my niggas in motion\nForever blastin', bitches ain't ready for thug passion\n\nI heard it's the bomb\nAnd you got it goin' on\nGive me some of your thug passion, baby\nThug passion\nYou got me drippin' wet\nFrom the way you make me swear\nGive me some of your thug passion, baby ohhhwow!\nThug passion\nI heard it's the bomb\nAnd you got it goin' on\nGive me some of your thug passion, baby\nThug passion\nYou got me drippin' wet\nFrom the way you make me sweat\nGive me some of your thug passion, baby ohhhwow!\nThug passion\nI heard it's the bomb\nAnd you got it goin' on\nGive me some of your thug passion, baby\nYou got me drippin' wet\nFrom the way you make me sweat\nGive me some of your thug passion, baby ohhhwow!\nI heard it's the bomb\nAnd you got it goin' on\nGive me some of your thug passion, baby\nYou got me 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Mayne!, I could pull out the drink and be good until it's relevant\n  But I'm a straight soldier, I'll roll up a nigga like it's Heaven sent\n  Trippin' over dead presidents\n  They got these derelicts\n  I throw was down with this business, tryin' to clown and get a cent\n  And so rather, than stand forever\n  Been thinkin' drinkin' over a felony\n  And hell of me\n  And how it will be in hella shit, people tellin' me to cool out\n  But they ain't feelin' me, a motherfuckin' fool, about\n  My fuckin' cheddar cheese\n  And it pleases, passion of mine\n  Thuggin', huggin' plenty of G's and laughin' while I pass through times\n  And all these bastards be watchin' just keep it plain\n  I'ma keep it the same partner, just take it the simple game\n  I can, pinkle with the rain twinklin'\n  Diamonds and things go blinkin'\n  Enough to hold me, 'til I'm, old and wrinklin'\n  And these adversaries\n  They gonna have to be worryin'\n  Cause I'ma be illin', fulfillin' my passion\n  'Til I'm buryin' my thug passion\n\n  I heard it's the bomb\n  And you got it goin' on\n  Give me some of your thug passion, baby\n  You got me drippin' wet\n  From the way you make me sweat\n  Give me some of your thug passion, baby ohhhwow!\n\n  Now what if me\n  Turn this Hennessy into a robbery\n  The Prophecy probably suddenly switch and how it supposed to be\n  And dirty money\n  Can't be evil cause it's fillin' up my tummy\n  Born in a position, death collision was futuristic\n  Twistin' riches, but there is only one way to make more\n  So I'm standin' on the corner tryin' to hustle in the snow\n  And my bigger bro, couldn't know\n  But buy a .44, blastin' at playa haters wantin' more\n  With a thug passion\n\n  Puttin' down mashin', control by this thug's passion\n  Unlike them other bustas pistol blastin'\n  I'm askin', what happened\n  To the niggas who kept it real like they claim to\n  That's what money and fame do, see they ain't true\n  Travelin' this road my poor soul has been 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Mobbin' like a motherfucker stuck\nCan you put your middle finger\nOut the window gettin' fucked off, liquor\nGet loaded can't control it\nNigga, pass me the blunt and let me roll it\nYou get the bones act to the whole stack, that's for sure black\n\nTo be a mack and keep your dough fat\nAnd tell me what does it take to be a G?\nI started with a quarter ounce and bounced to a key\nYou gotta watch your back stay strapped, be alert\nStarted as a young motherfucker doin' dirt\nAnd now I'm in the rap game like the crack game, I got enemies\n\nCan't pretend to see my friends are not my enemies\nAnd even thug motherfuckers wanna have fun\nStuck it, buckin' my motherfuckin' Magnum, what does it take to be a G?\nSilence is a must, violence is a plus, plus, shots at my adversaries\nThem niggas scary best it's time to be buried\n'Cause I'll be buckin' in a fuckin' hurry\n\nTell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\nWhen 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\nTell 'em thug for life, high till I die\nWhen 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\nTell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\nWhen 'em stupid ass bitches ask why, tell 'em\n\nGame, thicker than most of these tricks\nI got my mind on makin' money\nBut you stuck on these fake bitches\nAnd jealous motherfuckers can't see\nThat it's the fame that caught\nThese stupid bitches, pass the pussy free\n\nSo tell me why you sweatin' a motherfucker like me?\nA young nigga tryin' to a hustle up some G's\nYou pussy ass player hatin' hoes speakin' down on niggas\nJumpin' around at the shows\nAnd you're the first motherfucker to jump\nTo the trunk when it's time for fun\n\nLittle trick ass punk\nThug motherfuckers don't die, we get high and we multiply, motherfucker\nGive a holla to my niggas in the bay\nI'm livin' in L.A. still clutchin' on my AK\n\nTell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\nWhen 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\nTell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\nWhen 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\nTell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\nWhen 'em stupid ass bitches ask why, tell 'em\n\nTell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\nWhen 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\nTell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\nWhen 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\nTell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\nWhen 'em stupid ass bitches ask why, tell 'em\n\nThug for life, biatch\nYeah nigga, thug life, from now 'til the motherfuckin' ever\nHave-nots in this motherfucker\nYeah, no doubt","syncedLyrics":"[00:12.53] Thug for life, nigga\n[00:14.64] Can't you read the signs?\n[00:17.58] Fuck it, man\n[00:18.35] Whatchu doin'? Mobbin' like a motherfucker stuck\n[00:19.73] Can you put your middle finger\n[00:21.03] Out the window gettin' fucked off, liquor\n[00:22.98] Get loaded can't control it\n[00:24.65] Nigga, pass me the blunt and let me roll it\n[00:26.95] You get the bones act to the whole stack, that's for sure black\n[00:29.77] To be a mack and keep your dough fat\n[00:31.52] And tell me what does it take to be a G?\n[00:33.62] I started with a quarter ounce and bounced to a key\n[00:35.81] You gotta watch your back stay strapped, be alert\n[00:37.94] Started as a young motherfucker doin' dirt\n[00:40.36] And now I'm in the rap game like the crack game, I got enemies\n[00:43.52] Can't pretend to see my friends are not my enemies\n[00:45.82] And even thug motherfuckers wanna have fun\n[00:48.23] Stuck it, buckin' my motherfuckin' Magnum, what does it take to be a G?\n[00:51.61] Silence is a must, violence is a plus, plus, shots at my adversaries\n[00:56.07] Them niggas scary best it's time to be buried\n[00:57.82] 'Cause I'll be buckin' in a fuckin' hurry\n[00:59.43] Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\n[01:01.33] When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\n[01:03.49] Tell 'em thug for life, high till I die\n[01:05.75] When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\n[01:08.10] Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\n[01:10.34] When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why, tell 'em\n[01:13.30] Game, thicker than most of these tricks\n[01:14.88] I got my mind on makin' money\n[01:16.08] But you stuck on these fake bitches\n[01:18.09] And jealous motherfuckers can't see\n[01:19.40] That it's the fame that caught\n[01:20.44] These stupid bitches, pass the pussy free\n[01:22.57] So tell me why you sweatin' a motherfucker like me?\n[01:24.87] A young nigga tryin' to a hustle up some G's\n[01:27.16] You pussy ass player hatin' hoes speakin' down on niggas\n[01:29.91] Jumpin' around at the shows\n[01:31.44] And you're the first motherfucker to jump\n[01:33.32] To the trunk when it's time for fun\n[01:35.07] Little trick ass punk\n[01:36.32] Thug motherfuckers don't die, we get high and we multiply, motherfucker\n[01:40.75] Give a holla to my niggas in the bay\n[01:42.58] I'm livin' in L.A. still clutchin' on my AK\n[01:45.13] Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\n[01:47.09] When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\n[01:49.35] Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\n[01:51.56] When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\n[01:53.81] Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\n[01:56.08] When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why, tell 'em\n[02:00.91] \n[02:03.17] Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\n[02:05.20] When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\n[02:07.52] Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\n[02:09.71] When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\n[02:12.03] Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\n[02:14.40] When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why, tell 'em\n[02:21.67] Thug for life, biatch\n[02:24.52] Yeah nigga, thug life, from now 'til the motherfuckin' ever\n[02:29.23] Have-nots in this motherfucker\n[02:32.05] Yeah, no doubt\n[02:38.47] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Thug 4 Life\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: Loyal to the Game\n  duration_ms: 174000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Thug for life, nigga\n  start_ms: 12530\n  end_ms: 14640\n- text: Can't you read the signs?\n  start_ms: 14640\n  end_ms: 17580\n- text: Fuck it, man\n  start_ms: 17580\n  end_ms: 18350\n- text: Whatchu doin'? 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stupid ass bitches ask why, tell 'em\n  start_ms: 116080\n  end_ms: 120910\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 120910\n  end_ms: 123170\n- text: Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\n  start_ms: 123170\n  end_ms: 125200\n- text: When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\n  start_ms: 125200\n  end_ms: 127520\n- text: Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\n  start_ms: 127520\n  end_ms: 129710\n- text: When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\n  start_ms: 129710\n  end_ms: 132030\n- text: Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\n  start_ms: 132030\n  end_ms: 134400\n- text: When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why, tell 'em\n  start_ms: 134400\n  end_ms: 141670\n- text: Thug for life, biatch\n  start_ms: 141670\n  end_ms: 144520\n- text: Yeah nigga, thug life, from now 'til the motherfuckin' ever\n  start_ms: 144520\n  end_ms: 149230\n- text: Have-nots in this motherfucker\n  start_ms: 149230\n  end_ms: 152050\n- text: Yeah, no doubt\n  start_ms: 152050\n  end_ms: 158470\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 158470\nplain: |-\n  Thug for life, nigga\n  Can't you read the signs?\n  Fuck it, man\n\n  Whatchu doin'? Mobbin' like a motherfucker stuck\n  Can you put your middle finger\n  Out the window gettin' fucked off, liquor\n  Get loaded can't control it\n  Nigga, pass me the blunt and let me roll it\n  You get the bones act to the whole stack, that's for sure black\n\n  To be a mack and keep your dough fat\n  And tell me what does it take to be a G?\n  I started with a quarter ounce and bounced to a key\n  You gotta watch your back stay strapped, be alert\n  Started as a young motherfucker doin' dirt\n  And now I'm in the rap game like the crack game, I got enemies\n\n  Can't pretend to see my friends are not my enemies\n  And even thug motherfuckers wanna have fun\n  Stuck it, buckin' my motherfuckin' Magnum, what does it take to be a G?\n  Silence is a must, violence is a plus, plus, shots at my adversaries\n  Them niggas scary best it's time to be buried\n  'Cause I'll be buckin' in a fuckin' hurry\n\n  Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\n  When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\n  Tell 'em thug for life, high till I die\n  When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\n  Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\n  When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why, tell 'em\n\n  Game, thicker than most of these tricks\n  I got my mind on makin' money\n  But you stuck on these fake bitches\n  And jealous motherfuckers can't see\n  That it's the fame that caught\n  These stupid bitches, pass the pussy free\n\n  So tell me why you sweatin' a motherfucker like me?\n  A young nigga tryin' to a hustle up some G's\n  You pussy ass player hatin' hoes speakin' down on niggas\n  Jumpin' around at the shows\n  And you're the first motherfucker to jump\n  To the trunk when it's time for fun\n\n  Little trick ass punk\n  Thug motherfuckers don't die, we get high and we multiply, motherfucker\n  Give a holla to my niggas in the bay\n  I'm livin' in L.A. still clutchin' on my AK\n\n  Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\n  When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\n  Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\n  When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\n  Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\n  When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why, tell 'em\n\n  Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\n  When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\n  Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\n  When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why\n  Tell 'em thug for life, high 'til I die\n  When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why, tell 'em\n\n  Thug for life, biatch\n  Yeah nigga, thug life, from now 'til the motherfuckin' ever\n  Have-nots in this motherfucker\n  Yeah, no doubt\n"}]