Thug Style Lyrics - R U Still Down? (remember Me) - 2pac

Intro: 

Fuck 2Pac that nigga ain't shit 

that nigga ain't from muhfuckin' New York 

That nigga be out there with them Cali niggas 

Yo nigga man fuck Pac that nigga West Coast 

that fucker that always with them New York niggas 

seen them with that nigga man that nigga ain't from the West Coast 

Man fuck Pac fuck that nigga that nigga ain't really down 

rapin' ass nigga I didn't do it fuck it with that nigga 

fuck that nigga man fuck that nigga let that nigga go to jail right 

and fuck that nigga fuck that nigga fuck you too nigga 

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2Pac (overlapping) 

I'm in this muthafucka 

I guess these muthafuckas tryin' to take me out the business right 

I guess I ain't East Coast enough for my niggas back in New York 

and I ain't West Coast for these niggas on the West huh? 

Fuck e'rybody 

Heh heh heh... 

Thug style out this muthafucka niggas throw ya hands in the air 

If you got Jeep make ya speakers pop 

I want muthafucking police trying to pull niggas over on this one 

We taking this one to the whole 'nother level gutter style Thug style 

You feel me, things that we can only do as a real G 

We ain't dead yet, hit me! 

Verse 1 

Photos 

I got my Hennessy find ya foes 

in a room full of niggas tryin' to hide ya hoes 

I'm getting high off buddha 

'Cause the times be slow 

I keep my mind on dough 

you never find me broke 

and who meee a nigga livin' life like a G 

in that artillery keepin' niggas off of me 

I can't sleep living in these wicked times 

peep, niggas after me 'cause they see I'm stacking G's and heat 

You can holler if you want to pleeease 

I ain't runnin' with no punk crew bleeeed 

enemies and my range is on 

you're in the danger zone 

my fuckin' game is strong, Hotline 

You suckas better find ya mind I got mine 

from hustling and busting them rhymes 

to my niggas up in Quentin 

Down on Riker's Isle stay rile 

But a nigga gotta use his styles 

These, 

Chorus 

Niggas don't know my style 

quick to smile juvenile 

Was a problem child 

try to put me in the courts 

But my force was wild 

Bitchmade ass niggas don't know my style 

These, 

Niggas don't know my style 

quick to smile juvenile 

Was a problem child 

try to put me in the courts 

But my force was wild 

Bitchmade ass niggas don't know my style 

Verse 2 

I could be wrong but I never got along with cops 

it's like they stuck 

from making niggas duck from Glocks all the time 

my mind's full of thoughts of ends 

I'm still rolling my bucket but I bought me a Benz (tadow) 

My fake friends say they love me but I know they lie 

cause in the dark see they hearts' full of homicide 

My mama cried when they took me off to jail 

only me inside the cell 

Straight locked up in this hell 

I hear some sucka screaming like the demon's inside 

will 'em away in the morning 

Only the strong survive 

I cry but in my own way 

Swallow my pride pick a reason to hide 

from all the niggas that die (Rest in Peace) 

cemetary full of brothers I buried 

It's going down even now I wonder 

will I still be around my hometown is the gutter 

I was born a wild came up out this dust 

with my heartless style 

These, 

Chorus 

Niggas don't know my style 

quick to smile juvenile 

Was a problem child 

try to put me in the courts 

But my force was wild 

Bitchmade ass niggas don't know my style 

These, 

Niggas don't know my style 

quick to smile juvenile 

Was a problem child 

try to put me in the courts 

But my force was wild 

Bitchmade ass niggas don't know my style 

Verse 3 

I remember Uptown huh got to get to listenin' 

to Mr. Magic cuttin' up the hits 

and even though I had habit makin' words rhyme 

I was caught up in the madness 

Juvenile thugs come on 

I tell the whole story nothin' but truth 

Halloween throwin' eggs from the project roofs 

and Pete and Lee young G's 

with a gift of gab and tryin' to hook up with the hookers 

who was quick to stab remember mama's cooking 

No school straight hookin' 

and tryin' to get with light skinned 

cause she good looking 

And jumpin' over turnstiles 'cause we ain't paying 

call the cuties cuss words but we only playing (biotch) 

I'm prayin' I can get a buck no luck 

I had to move around a lot 

'cause my moms was stuck 

I had family but I was way too wild 

had to move to the West to regain my style 

These, 

Chorus 'til end with ad libs