T-H-U-G (Yeah) That's right, Krayzie Bone (Noble, Outlaw) Big Syke (Mack 10) Y'all niggas know what it is (You know) We thugs for life (You know) I know one thing (What's that Krayzie?) When niggas come to collect (Huh huh) You mothafuckers better have my money
Big Syke
My Daddy always told me black folks' lazy, that's why he raised me crazy/ Don't ever try to play me, you better pay me/ You can love or hate me/ It don't make me none, just have my funds/ Flip a script and trip and I'm gonna get mine/ They grind our soul and control our minds so I can't fold in this world of crime/Just look you'll find everybody in The Pen with at least ten for tryin' to get a big body Benz/ In the universe I'm nobody, I know I'm cursed but you gon' pay me/ See the University say you goin' pro/ They get their money now is what you really don't know/ It flows from the streets to athlete's/ Bangin' to track meets/ From Venus to Serena you know that we pack heat/ Give me mine!
-Chorus-Krayzie-
Daily, Daily I'm out here paper chasin' and I need my bank roll (bank roll) So pay me (Pay me) Nigga it's pay day and I need mine, mine
Mack 10
Yo! I keep that fryin' in a pot of water till it bubble, then rock my work and I prophet like double/ Now I done heard every war story there is to be told/ And done pushed every narcotic it is to be sold/ Dawg i'm a street nigga, rider till the end/ Known from state to state as maniac Mack 10/ Now who you know push a Bentley with tattoo's galore/ Bust a classy ho and hit the switch on the 64' I kick back, relax, beer and blunts to the head/ Since I was two with my crew G'd up in all red/ See I'm all about the dollar, moola, the cheddar/ And see bust million dollar checks and half with crip's/ Give a fuck what you think cauze your attitude is funny/ And real niggas be about they loved one's and they money/ So get you some business and quit talkin' like a bitch and eh, suck a nigga dick or eh make a nigga rich, you heard?
-Chorus-Krayzie-
Young Noble
Hey yo, if it don't make dollar's then it don't make sense/ Outlaw motherfucker and we all about chip's/ I got niggas who been standin' on the block for years/ Give a fuck about the cops, we been hot for years and all the fiends be lovin' us/ I want it all from drug money to publishin' dice game bubblin' uh/ Pac was right it's as simple as this/ Homie get of your ass if you plan to be rich/ There's one rule to the game; Either ball or die/ Noble everyday grind Outlaw for life/ At eleven years old I sold coke by the front of my home/ For new Nike's and the latest clothes I made this dough/ Dawg I'm a keep on gettin' it and stackin' it oh and you can keep on trickin' it/ We live this shit for money and power/ Give it all to the Laws now your money is our's; Pay me nigga
-Chorus-Krayzie-
-Outro w/Chorus in Back-
Transitional stage's through five hundred plus years lost wages/ From the cotton fields to the concrete jungle I am now forced to hit the stage to get my bundle/ Constantly carrying this country from slave times to land mines through pure entertainment/ I'm not mad at cha' as long as I receive my payment on time/ I'm just chasin what's already mine/ If the ones on top want my talent just make sure I have a seven figure balance/ I am part of the talented ten and since i have portrayed a pawn for the government somebody owes me for my irreplaceable sweat and tears/Those who know me understand the smiling faces standing in my mirrors/ I no longer have the patience, I'm not high maintenance but time is money and I have no time for it to be acting funny
Available on the compilation album Thug Law/ www.2pac-outlawz.com