When I be thuggin' til I die

[Hook 1: 2Pac]

When I be thuggin' til I die

When I be thuggin' til I die

When I be thuggin' til I die

Til I die

Til I die

Go to a club in a pack, I'm smokin' bud in the back

I wait for niggas to trip ‘cause, bitch, I love to scrap

I went from rocks to zines, writin' raps and movies

I went from trustin' these tricks

Now they all want to sue me

SO FUCK 'EM ALL!

Go to a club in a pack, I'm smokin' bud in the back

I wait for niggas to trip ‘cause, bitch, I love to scrap

I went from rocks to zines, writin' raps and movies

I went from trustin' these tricks

Now they all want to sue me

SO FUCK 'EM ALL!

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]

Tech's in the place, everybody get mainy

Punks better cuff your lady, can't nobody tame me

Blame me, for keepin' her runny eyed rainy

Ladies used to hate me, now they comin' out they panties

Girls on the jock (Check), pocket full of socks (Check)

Got a fat knot (Check), somethin' gone squat (Yeah)

Down, puttin' it down, down for the block? (Yes)

Tryin' to be hot, but you flop

Wanna be shot to the top but you not DWAMN!!!

I ain't never seen so much green

Than when I seen when my team hit the scene

It must be a dream, hit the stage, everybody holler

Gettin' throwed, rippin' shows for a bigger dollar

Father, I don’t wanna leave nobody toothless

Cause they greedy in the middle of what I do best

You finna' to see me in the TV with a few guest

We 'bout to bubble baby, get you waterproof vest

[Hook 2: 2Pac]

(Move) When I be thuggin' til I die

(Move) When I be thuggin' til I die

(Move) When I be thuggin' til I die

Never faded

Now that we made it my adversaries is player hatin'

Go to a club in a pack, I'm smokin' bud in the back

I wait for niggas to trip ‘cause, bitch, I love to scrap

I went from rocks to zines, writin' raps and movies

I went from trustin' these tricks

Now they all want to sue me

SO FUCK 'EM ALL!

Go to a club in a pack, I'm smokin' bud in the back

I wait for niggas to trip ‘cause, bitch, I love to scrap

I went from rocks to zines, writin' raps and movies

I went from trustin' these tricks

Now they all want to sue me

SO FUCK 'EM ALL!

[Verse 2: 2Pac + Young Noble]

I got glad bags with enemies, cut up so they remember me

Soaked up in Hennessy, so they relatives know it's me

You can bet your last dollar, I'll dick 'em and holla

Ridin' these hoochies like they some heavy ass Chevy impalas

Jump up and get your ass shot up

For my profit pick my Glock up

I'm bustin' with self-defense, you see

Poppin' nobody got 'em, holla

Outlaw riders, mash up on the gas pedal

Vacate the scene, count the cash and stash the precious metal

Niggas is too through, true to the game

I claim Outlaw riders, we give a fuck what they try, I'm…

‘Cause Young Noble behind it

Can you picture me stickin' niggas for they watch and chain?

Kick back, lil' nigga, and watch the game

[Hook 3: 2Pac]

(Move) when I be thuggin' til I die

(Move) when I be thuggin' til I die

(Move) when I be thuggin' til I die

Never faded

Now that we made it my adversaries is player hatin'

Go to a club in a pack, I'm smokin' bud in the back

I wait for niggas to trip ‘cause, bitch, I love to scrap

I went from rocks to zines, writin' raps and movies

I went from trustin' these tricks

Now they all want to sue me

SO FUCK 'EM ALL!

Go to a club in a pack, I'm smokin' bud in the back

I wait for niggas to trip ‘cause, bitch, I love to scrap

I went from rocks to zines, writin' raps and movies

I went from trustin' these tricks

Now they all want to sue me

SO FUCK 'EM ALL!

[Verse 3: Eminem]

I spit it slow so these kids know that I'm talkin' to 'em

Give it back to these damn critics and sock it to 'em

I'm like a thug with a little bit of Pac influence

I spew it, and look how I got you bitches rockin' to it

You motherfuckers could never do it like I could do it

Don't even try it, you'll look stupid, do not pursue it

Don't ever in your life try to knock the truest

I spit the illest shit ever been dropped in two-inch

So ticky-tock, listen as the sound ticks on the clock

Listen to the sound of Kim as she licks on the cock

Listen to the sound of me spillin' my heart through this pen

Motherfuckers know that I'll never be Marshall again

Full of controversy until I retire my jersey

'Til the fire inside dies and expires at thirty

And Lord, have mercy on any more of these rappers that verse me

And put a curse on authorities, in the face of adversity

[Hook 4: 2Pac]

(Move) when I be thuggin' til I die

(Move) when I be thuggin' til I die

(Move) when I be thuggin' til I die

Never faded

Now that we made it my adversaries is player hatin'

Go to a club in a pack, I'm smokin' bud in the back

I wait for niggas to trip ‘cause, bitch, I love to scrap

I went from rocks to zines, writin' raps and movies

I went from trustin' these tricks

Now they all want to sue me

SO FUCK 'EM ALL!

Go to a club in a pack, I'm smokin' bud in the back

I wait for niggas to trip ‘cause, bitch, I love to scrap

I went from rocks to zines, writin' raps and movies

I went from trustin' these tricks

Now they all want to sue me

SO FUCK 'EM ALL!