Testi Soundtracks :: G

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Gang Related - Life's So Hard (2pac)

Ma-ah-an, it ain't easy

They got me goin cold-hearted

Probation, violation, incarceration

Frustration, you know

Fuck that, nigga damn near bouts to start basin

It's hard! Hard on a nigga


Hard on a nigga (yeah it is, yeah it is)

[whispered] Kill kill kill, murder murder murder

Watch out nigga!

[Chorus:] Now tell me do you see

Life's so hard on a nigga when you livin like a G

[repeat 2X]

[Tupac - chorus 2X throughout]

Daz in this motherfucker

Alright bwoy, drop that shit

Whassup man? Always listen to that shit?

That ole criminal shit? Peep game nigga, peep game, feel me

[Verse One:]

Travel through my mind am I blind it's a shame

Young niggaz gettin murdered straight took out the game

As I sit here puffin on a cigarette

Gotta be ready, never know who's plottin on a niggaz death

These are the rough times, best to hurry up

and duck muhfucker 'fore I buck mine

It's gettin crazy and everybody's strapped

Surrounded by niggaz but nary a motherfucker down to watch my back

These are the bitch made niggaz, you been played nigga

While you starvin and broke they pullin six figures

Oooh, what can you do

when you can't trust your crew, time to bust out the twenty-two

Boo-yaow! Ran out of weed, so I'm sippin

on this Hennesey, tell me, do you feel me?

Heyyy, I have no remorse

as I take another sip of my liquor and spit my sick thoughts, oooh


[Verse Two:]

Thuggin to the fullest, got my strap, I'ma pull it

I'm the first muhfucker that can outrun a bullet

It's them Thug Life niggaz, them done like triggers

Got these punk wannabes and they jockin like bitches

Now my riches is gettin hoe-zone, it's on

Fuck a mystery, do you wanna get with me, then let's bone

I'ma take her to my hideout, cause I'm smokin that spinach

and stayin strong to the finish and then I ride out

See you on the freeway, sorry baby

but I gotta call my homey see what he say

I ain't got no time, I gotta get mine

I keep my mind on my loot, I'll shoot everytime

And ain't no way I'ma let bitch made nigga worry me

Catch me slippin, empty the clip and bury me

Hell nah nigga have to plug me twice

Ain't no slippin when you Thug for Life, motherfucker can you see?

[Chorus 2X]

[Verse Three:]

Never bow down let these other bitches crawl

I'm a Thug motherfucker and these Thugs only ball

Ain't no half steppin here, from the cradle to the grave

I'm a muhfuckin fool, but I choose to get paid

Now my pockets gettin empty, and I'm panicked in a fright

Me and my bitch named Nina are fiendin tonight

Ain't nobody livin safe, got a Glock, and I'm stressin

All I want is my muhfuckin money, ain't no question

Don't try to stall little trick, cause we hit

So bring in the scissors and get to clippin that dick

I'd rather die young than die old and broke

That's why I stay drunk, and I constantly smoke

My memories as a youngsta, hangin with the homies

But now I'm doin bad and them bitches don't know me (Who? Who?)

But playa haters can't fade me (Why?)

Cause this is Thug Life nigga and we're crazy, tell me do you see?

[Chorus 2X]

[Verse Four:]

Yeah, constantly runnin from danger ain't no stranger to cop cars

Gettin arrested and tested wearin a vest and don't drop my guards

My life is hectic my homies send mail from jail

Niggaz in Hell got some horrible stories to tell

I'm catchin cases and still tryin to stack a grip

The IRS is tryin to stress off a niggaz shit

A young nigga never had a prayer to prevail

And all my peers doin years locked up in jail

What can I do, stay strapped, get a bigger crew

And creep around with them Dogg Pound niggaz too

And now we rich ain't no bitch than can touch us

And it's a trip, how we clown, when we fuck sluts

Bust nuts then I cut, that's my new thang

And motherfuckers got on do-rags

[Chorus 2X]

Can I get paid, can I get paid, can I motherfuckin get paid

Nigga can work for his money all motherfuckin day and

still never see a piece of it, you understand me?

It's not about the nice guy

It's bout the hardworkin motherfuckin Thug nigga

If you ain't a Thug nigga, you ain't really doin nothin

[Chorus repeats in background]

You ain't really makin nothin

These motherfuckin po-po's and these pink folks

got it all locked up for us to fail

See how they did O.J., and they doin niggaz like that all day

So if you don't watch your motherfuckin stack

believe me, this could be your last breath...

[Chorus 2X to fade]