(feat. Butch Cassidy, Styles P) 

[Tupac:] 
They'll never take me alive, I'm gettin' high with my four-five  [bad word] on these suckas, time to die 
Even as a youngster [bad word] on the back of the bus 
I was a fool all through high school kickin' up dust 
But now I'm labelled as a trouble maker who can you blame? 
Smokin' weed helped me take away the pain 
So I'm hopeless rollin' down the freeway swervin, don't worry 
I'm about to crash up on the curb cause my visions blurry 
Maybe if they tried to understand me, what should I do? 
I had to feed my [bad word]  family, what else could I do 
But be a thug 
Out slangin' with the homies  [bad word] hangin' with them phonies in the club 
Got my mind on danger 
Never been a stranger to homicide 
My cities full of gang bangers and drive bys 
Why do we die at an early age 
He was so young 
But still a victim of the 12 gauge 
My memories of a corpse 
Mind full of sick thoughts 
And I ain't goin back to court 
So [bad word] what you thought I'm drinkin' hennessey [bad word] from my enemies will I live to be 23 
There's So Much Pain 
 [bad word]  Butch Cassidy {Styles P.}] 
I'ma solider 'till I die 
{I'ma die a thug} 
Keep standin' by my side 
I'll admit i'm gettin' high 
Lifes so full of pain, have you ever seen a thug cry? 

Momma's standin on the streets 
Gotta get back on my feet 
Stressed so much can't sleep 
{So Much Pain, So Much Pain} 
Lifes so full of pain, have you ever seen a thug cry? 

[Styles P:] 
I've seen a couple niggas shot in the brain 
Seen a couple niggas shot in the frame 
And i'm tryin to maintain, tell the [bad word] though 
The [bad word] ain't the same, i'ma die a thug 
And [bad word] it it's the blood in my veins  [bad word] 'cause we all gon' die, but I can wait 
I'm the letter after and right before 
I'ma G, [bad word] see [bad word] the pain in my eyes 
Playa playa play the game ya die 
I do a buck eighty five in the rain in the ride 
Eatin hot from the flame of the nine 
No stranger to danger am I 
Matter of fact i'll be bangin for mine 
Got a closet full of guns and i'm hangin wit' mine 
+So Much Pain+ 
Yeah I spend years doin' sicker [bad word] 
If I cried the tears would prolly be blood and liquor mixed 
And you ain't seen no [bad word] on no thicker [bad word] 
Lifes a [bad word] betcha that 
All my niggas that twisted it 
 [bad word]  Butch Cassidy {Styles P.}] 
I'ma solider 'till I die 
{I'ma die a thug} 
Keep standin' by my side 
I'll admit i'm gettin' high 
Lifes so full of pain, have you ever seen a thug cry? 

Momma's standin on the streets 
Gotta get back on my feet 
Stressed so much I can't sleep 
{So Much Pain, So Much Pain} 
Lifes so full of pain, have you ever seen a thug cry? 

[Tupac:] 
They got me mobbin like I'm 
Loc'ed and ready to get my slug on 
I load my clip and slip my [bad word]  gloves on 
I ain't scared to blast on these suckas if they test me  [bad word]  I got my glock [bad word] playa if they press me 
Bust on [bad word] with a - paaassion 
Better duck cause I ain't lookin when I'm - blaaastin 
I'm a nuttin drinkin Hennessey and gettin' high 
On the lookout for my enemies, don't wanna die 
Tell me why cause this stress is gettin' maja 
buck-fifty across the face with my razor 
What can I do but be a thug until I'm dead and gone 
Keep my brain on the game and stay head strong 
These sorry [bad word] 
Want to kill me in my sleep but will they can I see 
And everyday it just a [bad word] 
Steady thuggin' in the streets 
And i'll be ballin' loc 
Don't let 'em make you worry 
Keep swingin' at these suckas till you buried 
I was born to raise he