2pac thug style 1!!s Lyrics

We ain't dead yet, feel me!!

[Verse 1]

I got my Hennessy find ya foes
in a room full of n____s tryin' to hide ya hoes
I'm getting high off buddha
'Cause the times be slow
I keep my mind on dough
you never find me broke
and who meee a n____ livin' life like a G
in that artillery keepin' n____s off of me
I can't sleep living in these wicked times
peep, n____s after me 'cause they see I'm stacking G's and heat
You can holler if you want to pleeease
I ain't runnin' with no punk crew beeee
enemies and my range is on
you're in the danger zone
my f___in' game is strong, Hotline
You suckas better find ya mind I got mine
from hustling and busting them rhymes
to my n____s up in Quentin
Down on Riker's Isle stay rile
But a n____ gotta use his styles
These,

[Chorus]

n____s don't know my style
quick to smile juvenile
Was a problem child
try to put me in the courts
But my force was wild
b____made a__ n____s don't know my style
These,
n____s don't know my style
quick to smile juvenile
Was a problem child
try to put me in the courts
But my force was wild
b____made a__ n____s don't know my style

[Verse 2]

I could be wrong but I never got along with cops
it's like they stuck
from making n____s duck from Glocks all the time
my mind's full of thoughts of ends
I'm still rolling my bucket but I bought me a Benz (tadow)
My fake friends say they love me but I know they lie
cause in the dark see they hearts' full of homicide
My mama cried when they took me off to jail
only me inside the cell
Straight locked up in this hell
I hear some sucka screaming like the demon's inside
will 'em away in the morning
Only the strong survive
I cry but in my own way
Swallow my pride pick a reason to hide
from all the n____s that die (Rest in Peace)
cemetary full of brothers I buried
It's going down even now I wonder
will I still be around my hometown is the gutter
I was born a wild came up out this dust
with my heartless style
These,

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

I remember Uptown huh got to get to listenin'
to Mr. Magic cuttin' up the hits
and even though I had habit makin' words rhyme
I was caught up in the madness
Juvenile thugs come on
I tell the whole story nothin' but truth
Halloween throwin' eggs from the project roofs
and Pete and Lee young G's
with a gift of gab and tryin' to hook up with the hookers
who was quick to stab remember mama's cooking
No school straight hookin'
and tryin' to get with light skinned
cause she good looking
And jumpin' over turnstiles 'cause we ain't paying
call the cuties cuss words but we only playing (biotch)
I'm prayin' I can get a buck no luck
I had to move around a lot
'cause my moms was stuck
I had family but I was way too wild
had to move to the West to regain my style
These,

[Chorus 'til end with ad libs]