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Date of issue: 29.03.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Sophisticated Thugs |
Yeah… Yeah… |
Flint-Town, Dayton Family, I.D., Killafornia, |
Ras Kass, yeah… yeah… For all the Sophisticated Thugs |
yeah, for all the Sophisticated Thugs… |
We gonna dedicate this to y’all |
In the memory of my homeboy Pac, like this (rest in peace) |
(Ras Kass) |
A young nigga gotta keep the rims chrome |
That’s why my arteries pump brimstones |
disappear after breaking your chin bone |
ready to flip ten songs |
I might make sense known |
Feet I tear it from ya like bedrock to a flintstone |
Flint-Town, Michigan, who roll up in this bitch again |
Rollin like Bentleys on Michelins |
You said life ain’t shit but bitches and money |
Chronic and henne, taxes and tombstones |
And slayin yahoes with killaz on the payroll |
But anyway though, if we did sell drugs |
We sophisticated thugs |
Keep prepaid cells |
So the feds can’t bug |
Ras Kass, I.D., Dayton Family |
Scared niggaz don’t cry |
Cause we all gonna die |
Spice boy niggaz get wesson |
Cause they all gonna fry |
Open up some projects in Hell they need more room |
Cause most of y’all bitch niggaz is coming there soon (what) |
(Chorus: Bootleg) |
I don’t give a fuck if you blood or cuz |
Long as you got love for thugs (Sophisticated Thug Niggaz) |
I don’t give a fuck if you blood or cuz |
Long as you got love for thugs (Sophisticated Thug Niggaz) |
I don’t give a fuck if you blood or cuz |
Long as you got love for thugs (We Sophisticated Thug Niggaz) |
I don’t give a fuck if you blood or cuz |
Long as you got love for thugs |
(Bootleg) |
All Eyez On Me |
Holla Thug life on BET |
Gave the whole world the finger on MTV |
Tupac Shakur, he was born to be a renegade |
A product of the streets |
Now look at what our streets done made |
And took away all in the course of a day |
Frivolous beef got me lookin the other way |
You used to say that you was never afraid to die |
So put a blunt in your casket let you get your dead homiez high |
A true thug that was born to ride |
Say what you say, when he passed away |
The game died |
It was you against the world |
I know that shit was crazy |
Believe me though, I know the whole world wasn’t against you baby |
You told sistas to keep they head up and never switch |
And if you switched, I bet you wonder why they called you bitch |
Died too soon from unnecessary bullet wounds |
Now college professors due lectures in their classrooms on your lyricism |
Damn Pac, I wish you were here so you could hear em' |
Incredible, Unforgettable, Biggie you was true |
You’re nobody until somebody kills you |
Sophisticated Thugs! |
In the city, where hands get blown |
Every city I mash through, there’s at least 60 niggaz that’ll blast you |
Mash you out, Cash, Stash and heat seekin' lies |
On the day, only on the earth 16 years and already crazy |
Maybe I’ll get blasted tryin to master perfection |
Packin weapons, niggaz trippin, when you in the wrong section |
Flexin muscles we’re tusslin, doin it all for nothin |
Cause the fight is all over when the pistols get to bustin' |
But that’s enough, I don’t think noone is listenin' |
They tryin to make us think it’s cool, the war world that we livin in |
But so, every memory, and all the game that they kicked it in |
We really givin in, livin life for the sin and death |
I bet somebody dies raw for the end of this song |
That’s the reason why I pray so I can make it back home |
To be on top so long can’t afford not to succeed |
But everybody’s killin over clothes, bitches, and weed |
It’s plain to see, it’s about the money |
But when they snatch the money we robbin for food like ain’t nothin' funny |
In 1999, all major leaders have a leader |
In the ATF, fiendin black people they defeated |
I said in 1999, all major leaders have a leader |
In the ATF, fiendin black people they defeated |
(Bootleg: talking) (woman singing in background) |
Tupac Shakur, one of the realest thugs ever to pick up a microphone |
I gives a fuck what anybody else say |
Fuck what you heard, Fuck where you from |
East or West coast, I don’t give a fuck |
I know who was representin' and who moved me when he picked up a mic and |
spit that shit |
Tupac mother fuckin' Shakur |
Died a soldier, lived a soldier |
From the cradle to the grave, he was thuggin' |
And I know you bitch ass niggaz feel what I’m sayin |
Thug |