(Verse One: Tupac)
They'll never take me alive
I'm gettin' high with my four-five [bad word] on these suckers 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 labeled as a trouble maker
Who can you blame
Smokin' [Cencored] helped me take away the pain
So I'm hopeless
Drivin' 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 could I do
I had to feed my whole family
What else could I do
But be a thug
Out hangin' with the homies
Or slangin' with them phonies in the clubs
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
Forget what you thought
I'm sippin' [bad word]  from my enemies
Will I live to be 23
There's so much pain
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(Verse Two: Stretch)
Years and years of that rough [bad word]  crazed and wild as a kid
And growin' tough with a knife
And livin' trifed on the regular
Buckin' [bad word] See em fake a move and chase them down like the predator
Get in trouble everyday in school
Act a fool
And you know I had to break [bad word] Showin' off for the ladies cause I had the mad rep
So I had to watch my back when it was time to step
But my grimiest grimies got love for me
Um pop pop pop
And send a sucker up above for me
Aiyyo currency kept passing me by
But I didn't cry
Broke got hit off with the pack and started sellin' coke
And now the money's looking lovely
Hop the drop top and now them ladies [bad word] me
Kick 'em the game
It's all the same
I kick it back yo
Give 'em slack yo
And now they label me the mack yo
People check it
Get disrespected if you front the the birdman
You heard me
Catch a couple shots from the Glock in my hand. [bad word] 
At least I'm realistic with my biscuit
You know you get your self twisted [bad word] for cover
Me and my man got a plan kickin' major dust
So if you owe some dough
Look for the gauge to bust
lot of pressure with the street fame
It's a deep game
And my mama always cryin'
Yo there's so much pain
 [bad word] 
(Verse Three: Tupac)
They got me mobbin like I'm
Loc'd and ready to get my slug on
I load my clip and slip my steady thuggin' gloves on
I ain't scared to blast on these suckers if they test me [bad word] I got my glock [bad word] Playa if they press me
Bust
There's strong suckers with a
Pppaaassion
Better duck cause I ain't lookin' when I'm
Bbblaaastin
I'm a nut
And drinkin' Hennessey
And gettin' high on the lookout for my enemies
Don't wanna die
Tell me why
Cause the stress is gettin' major
buck-fifty across the face with my razor
What could I do but be a thug until I'm dead and gone
I keep my brain on the game and stay head strong
These sorry suckers wann 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 worried
Keep swingin' at these suckas till you buried
I was born to raise [bad word] brother from the gutta
With a mother on crack
I'm kickin' dust up
Ready to bust
I'm on the scene steady muggin' mean
Until they kill me
I'll be livin' this life
I know you feel me
There's so much pain
 [bad word]