DJ Chop Up - Strapped Thugz lyrics

[Intro: DJ Chop Up as 2Pac] Get your hands on ya strap! (x8) Put your motherf**ing hands on your strap n***a Thug Love n***a (yeah) We can do this like gangsters and slug it out, or we can do this like punks and punk it out. Pull your strap on me? n***a, you better k** me. Thug life, baby [Verse: 2Pac] I'll probably be punished for hard living, blind to the facts: Thugs is convicts in God's prison, hands on the strap Praying so Father please forgive me! Police be rushing when they see me I flaunt it: America's Most Wanted, live on T.V Life: pleasure and pain, stuck in this game, holler my name! We all gon' die, we bleed through similar veins Please explain to me, now. Don't panic when my guns burst Heard the last jam, n***a? This one's worse! My n***a Chop held the Glock 'til I came home Thug Luv playa, tell these b**h n***as "bring it on" I caught a plane late last evening To help my n***as clean up some n***as no longer breathin' Now, who do you believe in? Hit the weed and breathe It's a cold-a** world; n***as k** you in your sleep Watch me, until they stop me, bury, murder me or drop me I got Thug Love for my nationwide posse. Feel me! [Hook: DJ Chop Up as 2Pac] Get your hands on ya strap! (x8) [Outro: 2Pac] Put your motherf**ing hands on your strap n***a Thug love I don't give a f** where you lay at n***a Wherever you n***as lay, bring it Thug love b*atch! West side! [Hook: DJ Chop Up as 2Pac] Get your hands on ya strap! (x4) Ge-ge-ge-ge-get your hands on your strap! (x2) Ge-Get your hands on your strap! (x2)