2Pac - Life's So Hard (on a G) lyrics

Young Playa
Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder
(This one right here is for) heyy
Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder
(Kato, Mental) heyy
(To all the dead niggas that passed away)
Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder
(I told ya I wouldn't forget about you) heyy
(Do a verse for 'em)
Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder

Tell me do you see
Life's so hard on a nigga when
You livin' like a G tell me do you see
Life's so hard on a nigga when
You livin' like a G

Travel through my mind
Am I blind it's a shame
Young brothas gettin murdered
Straight took out the game
As I sit here puffin' on a cigarette
You gotta be ready
You never know who's plottin'
On a niggas death
'Cause these are the rough times
Best to hurry up
And duck motherfucker 'fore I buck mine
It's gettin' crazy and everybody's strapped
Surrounded by niggas but nary motherfucker
Down to watch your back
These are the bitch made niggas
You been played nigga
While you starvin' and broke
They pullin' six figures
Oooh, what can you do
When you can't trust your crew
Time to bust out the twenty-two boo yaow!
Ran out of weed
So I'm sippin' on this Hennessey
Tell me, do you feel me?
Hey, I have no remorse
As I take another sip of my
Liquor, I spit my sick thoughts, hehehe

Tell me do you see
Life's so hard on a nigga when
You livin' like a G tell me do you see
Life's so hard on a nigga when
You livin' like a G

Thuggin' to the fullest, got my strap
I'ma pull it on the first motherfucker that
Can outrun a bullet
It's them Thug Life niggas
And we don't like tricks
Got these punk wannabes and
They jockin' like bitches
Now my riches is gettin' hoes on it's own
Fuck a mystery, do you wanna get with me
Then let's bone
Time to take her to my hideout
'cause I'm smokin' that spinach
I'm stayin' strong to the finish
And then I ride out
See you on the freeway, sorry baby
But I gotta call my homey see what he say
I ain't got no time, I gotta get mine
I keep my mind on my loot
I'll shoot everytime
And ain't no way I'ma let
Bitch made nigga worry me
Catch me slippin', empty the clip and bury me
Hell nah, homie, have to plug me twice
'Cause ain't no stoppin when
You Thug for Life

Now tell me do you see, tell me do you see
Life's so hard on a nigga when
You livin' like a G (It's hard on a nigga)
Tell me do you see
Life's so hard on a nigga when
You livin' like a G (It's hard on a nigga)

Never bow down, let these other bitches crawl
I'm a Thug motherfucker, and thugs only ball
Ain't no half steppin' here
From the cradle to the grave
I'm a motherfuckin' fool
But I choose to get paid
Now my pockets gettin' empty
So I'm panicked in a fright
Me and my bitch named
Nina are fiendin' tonight
Ain't nobody livin' safe, got a Glock
And I'm stressin' all I want is my money
Motherfucker ain't no question
Don't try to stall, 'cause I'm hit
So bring me the scissors and get
To clippin' at his dick
I'd rather die young than die old and broke
That's why I stay drunk
And I constantly smoke
My memories as a youngsta
Hangin' with the homies
But now I'm doin' bad and
Them bitches don't know me
But playa haters can't fade me
'Cause this is thug life
Nigga and we're crazy, tell me do you see?

Tell me do you see
Life's so hard on a nigga when
You livin' like a G (Pull the finger)
Tell me do you see
Life's so hard on a nigga when
You livin' like a G
(Murder murder murderfinger)
Tell me do you see
Life's so hard on a nigga when
You livin' like a G
(Murder murder murderbiatch)
Tell me do you see
Life's so hard on a nigga when
You livin' like a G (Murder murder murder)
Tell me do you see
Life's so hard on a nigga when
You livin' like a G (Kill kill kill)
(Never bow nigga, you know)
Tell me do you see (Stay bold)
Life's so hard on a nigga when
You livin' like a G
(Kill kill kill murder, murder, murder)
Tell me do you see
(I'ma Thug motherfucker and thugs only ball)
Life's so hard on a nigga when
You livin' like a G tell me do you see
Hard on a nigga (Clippin' at his dick)
Tell me do you see hard on a nigga
(Niggas don't know me) hard on a nigga
(Panic in a fright, Cradle to the grave)
Hard on a nigga (Choose to get paid)
Hard on a nigga i'ma pull it
Outrun a bullet don't like tricks
Freeway see what he say