Police all around me, telling me to freeze, down on my knees Nightsticks bouncing off my head, what'd I do, I said as I bled Get up but I couldn't
bout to be on some radio Raheim shit Man that shit sound like some Vanessa Williams '88 I mean Olivia cute but they say that bitch a man So this Black Wallstreet for life
with a tortured soul Addicted to a life of crime had no time for the growing stage He learned his values on the streets at an early age Watch for police
colder Close your eyes, hear the ballad of a dead soldier [Chorus: singing + 2Pac] Thug for Life I will be.. (this is the ballad of a dead soldier) A life
glock Screamin Outlaw (Wessyde motherfucker) bustin on my enemy's block Educated on these cold streets Gettin money makin dummies out the police, ain
Live my life as a thug nigga, until the day I die Live my life as a boss playa, cause even gettin high I got bustas hoes and police watchin a nigga
G., Stretch) * the word 'police' is censored on the album version of this song One time, one time nigga one time! (Where?) Runnin' from the police (
don't even know it And Def Squad L.O.D. for life (word up, yeah fuck your life) Act trife I'll let my dog cold fuck your wife {Interlude: Announcer}
hard to tell the difference But we as entertainers have a responsibility to these kids Sike! [Eminem:] If I were to die murdered in cold blood tomorrow
Is as hard as these four walls I wanna break I told the cops you wasn't here tonight Messin' around with me is gonna get you life Oh yeah, yeah But
Let me hear it now Breakdown Let me hear it now Get down with yo' bad self Alright I've come to know the cold I think of it as home When there ain't enough
me hear it now BREAKDOWN Let me hear it now Get down with yo' bad self Alright I've come to know the cold I think of it as home When there ain
: The ghettos of America are breeding grounds For the criminal minded As for years they have killed one another of And America has enjoyed its creation
about what's goin on with me and trapped in this thug life, tryin to break free but this thug life just keeps callin me I'm livin life way too dangerously
need to go back to work again." Joey, Joey, King of the streets, child of clay. Joey, Joey, What made them want to come and blow you away? The police
He'll Never Find An Action from Reaction and You Can't Make a Retraction Once You've Put Your Head out And Then You're Blue in the Face, As You Try to
