2Pac, Spice 1, Big Syke - I'm Losin' It (Original Version) lyrics

You need people like me so
You could point your
Fucking fingers and say that's the bad guy

Lord help me, save me, mama keep praying
For a young motherfucker trying to
Duck an early grave
In the city where ya can't tell
The fakes from the snakes
And the snakes from the phonies
Enemies of homies
Around the corner there's another
Nigga waiting to jack
He don't know I got a Glock
'til his ass get shot
Just like a motherfucking thug disease
Craving beats like they motherfucking
Drugs to me, hey
What's up with bitches trying to screw me?
Do me I did a movie
Throw the pussy to me but
Before they never knew me
Rather die then let ya play me for a, buster
And with my Glock I'm a
Plotting ass rotten motherfucker, huh
Don't let the movie fool ya, let me school ya
Screaming Thug Life nigga when I do ya
I'm going crazy, getting dizzy
And then I snap again
A motherfucking breather bring me back
I'm telling ya I'm losing it
Ha ha haha losing it! Yeah

You wanna play rough? okay
Okay surrender ha? You want more?

I'm going crazy, niggas can't fade me
On the real I kill when I
Step to ya fucking grill
So let me kick it let me flip it
Let me get wicked i'm not a buster from the
Hood selling wolf tickets
I hang with G's flipping
Keys and smoking weed
I get the cash and dash
And never learn to read
So fuck a bitch, fuck a ho and I let ya know
Because they come and go like the wind blows
What am I giving how I'm
Living what I'm giving up
You can take my life and I don't give a fuck
'Cause I'm the trouble most coming
From the west coast
Where the niggas is banging 'til the overdose
Killers and murderers, psychos and lunatics
Nobody knows what makes my mind clicked
Is it the demons, screaming inside of me?
Hell no it's just the Thug Life mentality
I'm going crazy shit don't phase me
I'm living like a thug 'til
Six niggas carry me
Death is on the trigga so pull it
I can't take it no more, nigga, I'm losing it

Say hello to my little friend
(we all going die nigga we all goin' die)
You wanna play rough okay okay stop ha?
Okay surrender ha? You want more?

Shit was talking to me, my gat screamed fire
The bullet told me shoot that
Motherfucker he's a liar
I talked to me 3-80 like a bitch on a stroll
When niggas try to dig me
I hold off and let a hoe
Nigga, I can't get fucked in
This game I'm a psychopath
My AK told me to shove him up some niggas ass
I'm having long conversations
With Mr millimeter
He's one of my best friends
Bitch ass nigga eater
And Miss Mossberg love it in the back trunk
You know that old school bitch she
Like to get it funked
And spitting motherfuckers by the seems
My grand daddy Mr aR-15
By the evil motherfucker
Talked me into taking over a
Dope turf and shooting cluckers
Said he was my only family
Shoot straight, and please don't jam me
Got in a fight at the
Club my gat started talking
Told me to shut the fuck up
And let him do the talking
I woke up and it was sick
To see the guts hang i'm going nuts man
Shit was talking to me

Yeah, foo' I'm going nuts
Straight gat shit up
Motherfucker livin' a thug life
Yeah motherfucker, Spice 1, nigga