[Intro: Ron G & 2Pac]

Yes, indeed

It's the mix king, Ron G

I got somethin' the world ain't ready for

New York City, L.A., Chicago, Atlanta

D.C., Detroit, New Orleans

Y'all know the deal, flavor

Hahaha

Yeah, nigga, yeah

That's right

Baby, this how we do it

[Verse 1: 2Pac]

Follow me, tell me if you feel me

I think niggas is tryin' to kill me

Picturin' pistols, spittin' hollow points 'til they drill me

Keepin' it real, and even if I do conceal

My criminal thoughts, preoccupied with keepin' steel

See, niggas is false, sittin' in court, turned snitches

They used to be real, but now they petrified bitches

I'm tryin' to be strong, they sendin' armies out to bomb me

Listen to Ron, the only DJ that can calm me

Constantly armed, my firepower keep me warm

I'm trapped in the storm, and fuck the world 'til I'm gone

Bitches be warned, word is bond, you'll get torn

I'm bustin' on Giuliani, he rubbin' my niggas wrong

And then it's on, before I leave, picture me

I'm spittin' at punk bitches and hustlin' to be free

Watch me set it

Niggas don't want it, you can get it, bet it

Make these jealous niggas mad, I said it

This Thug Life, nigga, we don't cater to you hoes

Fuck with me, have a hunnid motherfuckers at your door with .44's

[Interlude: 2Pac]

Hahaha

Yeah, nigga

Thug Life

[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.]

I'm hard, Jehovah said I'm barred from the Pearly Gates

Fuck Him, I didn't wanna go to Heaven anyway

But my momma got me on my knees with my hands gripped

Talkin' 'bout some, "Praise the Lord" shit

"Hail Mary," fuck her, I never knew her

I'd probably screw her and dump her body in the sewer

"Our Father," my pops stuck up dope spots

Big, black and mean with the fifth by the Gabardine

What you expected from his next of kin?

Uh, I'm loco, bro, but ain't no Mexican

I got nines in the bedroom, Glocks in the kitchen

A shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while I'm shittin'

The lesson from the Smith & Wesson is depressin'

Niggas keep stressin' the same motherfuckin' question

How many shots does it take

To make my heart stop, and my body start to shake?

Ron G, stop the break

[Verse 3: Big L]

I be that young, pretty, fly, smooth, glorious kid

A Bad Boy just like Notorious B.I.G

A Roc-A-Fella like Shawn Carter

With more game than Ron Harper

The bomb sparker rapper armed robber

While y'all be on the corners bummy and high

I be out buyin' the finest shit money can buy

You wish you was in a position that I'm in

Hot rhymin', diamonds shinin', autograph signin'

My lifestyle is far out, every week, bring a different car out

I go to nightclubs and buy the bar out

Uh, 'cause I keep cream, I'm large on the street scene

Every time I touch mics, you hear all the freaks scream

[Outro: Big L & 2Pac]

Yeah, yeah, Big L, Harlem's finest

Yeah, that nigga who hold it down for Uptown

Hahaha

That's how we do it out here on this underground real shit, nigga

It's the heat, nigga

Now, rewind this motherfucker, you know you can't help it

Deadly combination, bwoy