Tupac Thug Theory, 2Pac, Eazy-E - 2Pac ft. Eazy-E - Gangster Love lyrics

We takin' this one to the whole
'nother level gutter style thug style
You feel me
Things that we can only do as a real G
We ain't dead yet

Hit me, I got my Hennessy find ya foes
In a room full of niggas
Tryin' to hide ya hoes
I'm gettin' high off buddha cause
The times be slow i keep my mind on dough
You never find me broke
And who me? A nigga livin' life like a G
In that artillery keepin' niggas off of me
I can't sleep livin' in these wicked times
Peep niggas after me cause they see
I'm stackin' G's and heat
You can holler if you want to, please!
I ain't runnin' with no punk crew bleed!
Enemies and my range is on
You're in the danger zone
My fuckin' game is strong, now hotline
You suckas better find ya mind I got mine
From hustlin' and bustin' them rhymes
To my niggas up in Quentin
Down on Rikers Isle
Stay rile, but a nigga gotta use his styles

These, niggas don't know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross
But my force was wild
Bitch made ass niggas don't know my style
These, niggas don't know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross
But my force was wild
Bitch made ass niggas don't know my style

I could be wrong but I
Never got along with cops
It's like they stuck from makin'
Niggas duck from Glocks and all the time
My mind's full of thoughts of ends
I'm still rollin' my bucket but
I bought me a Benz
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 sucker screamin'
Like the demon's inside
Will 'em away in the mornin'
Only the strong survive
I cry, but in my own way swallow my pride
Pick a reason to hide from
All the niggas that die
Cemetery full of brothers I
Buried it's goin' down
Even now I wonder will I still be around
My hometown is the gutter I was born a wild
I came up out this dust
With my heartless style

These, niggas don't know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross
But my force was wild
Bitch made ass niggas don't know my style
These, niggas don't know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross
But my force was wild
Bitch made ass niggas don't know my style

Aw yeah, let's take a trip
Just sit back and light a spliff
With this and don't slip
On a funky dope track jump back
Strapped with a fat boota sack and a '78 Lac
Come clean, gangsta lean, I got green
But I serve dubs like it ain't
No thing I hang with OG
Players don't set trip Or you
Might get what we call
A rat pack I don't slack when
It come to street I kick real G funk to a
Gangsta beat It's so sweet
When you got money to spend I got a
Proper big tilt and a fly back Benz
I make ends, spend my dough I'm no foe
That's how it is, and that's how it goes
Act like you know when I creep real slow
Givin' love to them playas that
I know is real G's

Niggas don't know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross
But my force was wild
Bitch made ass niggas don't know my style

Dump dump on fools with a quickness
And they got no cure for this sickness
I get paid for the way that I kick this
Like a G-ster, an OG-ster
(Who's that?) A real playa named Eazy
And I live my life straight crazy
Don't need no punk fools payin' me
And broke groupies and hootchies
Don't faze me
I take two steps back and release myself
To put platinum and gold on the record shelf
I don't brag
But I do it like a straight up is
Before you do a record, partna
Handle your business And don't get
Caught slippin' on the under
Or you might wonder
(What's up on dem ends, G?)
I call a spade a spade, and get paid
G's show the way, so I give
Love to 'em That OGPIM PILMO, gILMO
Hip-Hop thugsta, so quick to rush ya
Straight to the dirt, fool I do work
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
That's how it is when it come to me
Cause I'm the short but
Quickest player name Eazy
Women can't play me some say I'm crazy
But I don't think so, coming if your loco
I give a damn about a skankless trick
Let me hit it one time and trick that's it
But don't trip, gives my dough to no foe
That's how it is, I got no love for ya

These, niggas don't know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross
But my force was wild
Bitch made ass niggas don't know my style
Niggas don't know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross
But my force was wild
Bitch made ass niggas don't know my style
Niggas don't know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross
But my force was wild
Bitch made ass niggas don't know my style
Niggas don't know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross
But my force was wild
Bitch made ass niggas don't know my style

This shit thuggish, fo' life, I told y'all
It's album three see g sound, freestyle