[Hook x8: DJ Chop Up as 2Pac]
Smoked out, loc'd out
Strap, GO!
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
I'm headed for the penitentiary and cuttin' cla**ing
I'm buckin', blastin', straight mashin'
Mobbin' through the overpa** laughin'
While these other motherf**ers try to figure out, no doubt
They jealous of a n***a's clout, tell me Lord
Can ya feel me? I keep my finger on the trigger
Cause some n***as tryna k** me
And mama raised a hellraiser, everyday gettin paid
Police on my pager, straight stressin
A fugitive, my occupation is under question
Wanted for investigation, and even though
I'm marked for d**h, I'mma spark 'til I lose my breath
Motherf**ers, every time I see the paper
I see my picture, when a n***a's gettin' richer
They come to get ya, it's like a motherf**in' trap
And they wonder why it's hard bein black
[Hook x8: DJ Chop Up as 2Pac]
Smoked out, loc'd out
Strap, GO!
[Verse 2: 2Pac]
I live the life of a Thug, hope you understand
Forgive me for my mistakes, I gotta play my hand
And my hand's on the sixteen-shot, semi-automatic
Crooked cop k**in Glock, tell me Lord
Can ya feel me? Show a way
I'm prayin but my enemies won't go away
And everywhere I turn I see n***as burn
Every n***a that I know's on d**h row
My younger homie's seventeen and he paid a price
Little young motherf**er doin triple life
Though I tell him in his letters, it's gettin better
If my n***a knew the truth he'd hit the roof
Just heard ya baby's mama was smoked out, f** the drama
Wanna break my Loc out, smokin blunts
Gettin drunk off that Tanqueray gin
'Bout to break my n***a out the f**in' pen'
[Hook x8: DJ Chop Up as 2Pac]
Smoked out, loc'd out
Strap, GO!
[Verse 3: 2Pac]
I'm on my knees beggin please come and SAVE ME
THE WHOLE WORLD done made a n***a crazy!
I got my three-five-seven can't control it
Screamin die motherf**er and he's loaded
Everybody run for cover, aww sh**
Thug Life motherf**er, duck quick
Now am I wrong if I am don't worry me
Cause do or die gettin high till they bury me
Dear Lord can ya hear me, when I die
Let a n***a be strapped, f**ed up, and high
With my hands on the trigger, thug n***a
Stressin' like a motherf**in' drug dealer
And even in the darkest nights, I'm a thug for Life
I got the heart to fight now
Mama raised a hell-raiser why cry
That's just life in the ghetto, do or die
[Hook x8: DJ Chop Up as 2Pac]
Smoked out, loc'd out
Strap, GO!