[Intro: 2Pac]
Yeah, n***a, drop the top on your motherfuckin' ride
This how we do it on the West Coast, baby

[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Rollin' down the 4-0-5, gettin' high
White boys damn near wrecked their shit to check my ride
I ain't bein' bootsy, crusin' in a Six-O Impala, drivin' like I'm in a hooptie
A Car full of ballin' cats, keep your hand on the strap and take all the craps
N***as know my steelo, all legit, but I'm draped like a n***a movin' kilos
Shit don't stop 'cause I can make that ass drop
Make the front hop and hit the three-wheel-motion
All day hit the freeway, take it easy, uh
Let's slide and pick up some hoochies
Ride, right back to the movies, high
Talkin' back to the screen, drinkin' liquor
Havin' big dreams of gettin' richer
I'm livin' that

[Chorus: 2Pac, Mopreme & Stretch]
Thug life, y'all know the rules
Gotta do what you gotta do (Stay true)
Yeah, Thug life, y'all know the rules
Gotta do what you gotta do (Stay true)
Uh, Thug life, y'all know the rules
Gotta do what you gotta do (Stay true)
Yeah, Thug life, y'all know the rules
Gotta do what you gotta do, hey (Stay true)
[Verse 2: 2Pac & Stretch]
Big Stretch, represent the real n***a, Flex
Live Squad and this motherfucker catch wreck
Thug Life, sharp as a rough knife, shakin' the dice, we roll on dough with nothin' nice
So the Vice wanna follow us around - Raise up
Got 'em runnin' as we clown through the town - Blaze up
Another one, had to throw another gun
Don't need another case, you can see it on my face, son
But I ain't fallin' yet
And I gotta give a shout to my ballers at
Mopreme, tell 'em why the hoes dream
Gettin' high of a n***a like a dope fiend

[Verse 3: Mopreme]
'Cause I'm non-stop and I'm always hustlin'
24/7, ain't nothin' proper, when a
Young G's flippin' keys for a livin'
Tryna make a mill' of the time that I'm givin'
Trippin', mad, I'm crazy, can't nobody fade me
And I been goin' insane, lately
And everybody tryna hold me back, I'm 'bout to snap
You better move back, you know we live the

[Chorus: 2Pac, Mopreme & Stretch]
Thug life, y'all know the rules
Gotta do what you gotta do (Stay true)
Thug life, y'all know the rules
Gotta do what you gotta do (Stay true)
Uhm, Thug life, y'all know the rules
Gotta do what you gotta do (Stay true)
Uhm, Thug life, y'all know the rules
Gotta do what you gotta do (Stay true)
[Verse 4: 2Pac]
Man, I don't worry about the 5-0
If they start cause it's all about survival
Just stay smart, keep your mind on your bank roll
Always stay ahead of these stank hoes
These days it's an all out cat race, and look at me
Just caught another catch case, that makes three
My lawyers gettin' cash, off that ass, don't even ask
Why I'm buck wild, don't smile, don't laugh
To the young G's comin' up; Peep game
Don't let the money make you change or act strange
Stay focused, all in together now
Keep pumpin' loud pull the crowd put my top down
Is that 2Pac, Thug Life? Hell, yeah
Tryna dirty up my name but I'm still here
Which way do I turn? I'm strapped
Lost in the storm, I can't turn back with that

[Chorus: 2Pac, Mopreme & Stretch]
Thug life, y'all know the rules
Gotta do what you gotta do (Stay true)
Uh, Thug life, y'all know the rules
Gotta do what you gotta do (Stay true)
Thug life, y'all know the rules
Gotta do what you gotta do (Stay true)
Thug life, y'all know the rules
Gotta do what you gotta do (Stay true)