2Pac - It's too Late (Shota Edit) lyrics

Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin' chased by
The police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong, that's just for us
Niggas ain't gotta get all dressed
Up and be Hollywood
Y'knahmean? Where do niggas go when we die?
Ain't no heaven for a thug nigga
That's why we go to thug mansion
That's the only place where thugs get in free
And you gotta be a G, at thug mansion

Born thuggin'
Heartless and mean, muggin at sixteen
On the scene watchin' fiends buggin
Kickin up dust with the older G's
Soakin up the game that was told to me
I ain't never touched a gat
That I couldn't shoot
I learned not to trust the
Bitch from the prostitutes taught lessons
A young nigga askin' questions
While other suckers was guessin'
I was gangsta sexin'
Elementary wasn't meant for me
Can't regret it
I'm headed for the penitentiary
And cuttin' classing
I'm buckin blastin, straight mashin
Mobbin through the overpass laughin
While these other motherfuckers try
To figure out, no doubt
They jealous of a nigga's clout, tell me Lord
Can ya feel me? I keep
My finger on the trigger
Cause some nigga tried to kill me
And mama raised a hellraiser
Everyday gettin paid
Police on my pager, straight stressin
A fugitive my occupation is under question
Wanted for investigation, and even though
I'm marked for death
I'mma spark til I lose my breath
Motherfuckers, every time I see the paper
I see my picture
When a nigga's gettin richer
They come to get ya
It's like a motherfuckin trap
And they wonder why it's hard bein black
Dear Lord can ya feel me, gettin major, unhh

Dear Lord can ya hear me, it's just me
A young nigga tryin to make
It on these rough streets
I'm on my knees beggin please
Come and SAVE ME
THE WHOLE WORLD done made a nigga crazy!
I got my three-five-seven can't control it
Screamin die motherfucker and he's loaded
Everybody run for cover, aww shit
Thug Life motherfucker, duck quick
Now am I wrong if I am don't worry me
Cause do or die gettin high till they bury me
Dear Lord if ya hear me, tell me why
Little girl like LaTasha, had to die
She never got to see the bullet
Just heard the shot
Her little body couldn't take it
It shook and dropped
And when I saw it on the
News how she bucked the girl, killed Latasha
Now I'm screamin fuck the world, in the end
It's my friends, that flip-flop
Lip-locked on my dick when my shit drop
Thug Life motherfucker, I lick shots
Every nigga on my block dropped two cops
Dear Lord can ya hear me, when I die
Let a nigga be strapped, fucked up, and high
With my hands on the trigger, thug nigga
Stressin' like a motherfuckin' drug dealer
And even in the darkest nights
I'm a thug for Life
I got the heart to fight now
Mama raised a hellraiser why cry
That's just life in the ghetto, do or die