Sophisticated Thugs

[INTRO: RAS KASS] Yeah, yeah Flint Town, Dayton Family, I.D., Killafornia Ras Kass, yeah, yeah For all the Sophisticated Thugs Yeah, for all the Sophisticated Thugs We're going to dedicate this to y'all In the memory of my homeboy Pac, like this (Rest in peace) [VERSE 1: RAS KASS] A young nigga gotta keep the rims chrome That's why my arteries pump brimstone Disappear after breaking your chin bone Ready to flip ten zones I make my sense known Feet to Terra Firma like bedrock to a Flintstone Flint Town, Michigan Who riders back up in this bitch again Rolling like Bentleys on Michelins You said life ain't shit but bitches and money Chronic and Henny, taxes and tombstones And slanging llello with killers on the payroll But anyway though If we did sell drugs We're Sophisticated Thugs Keep prepaid cells So the Feds can't bug Ras Kass, I.D., Dayton Family Scared niggas don't cry Cause we all gonna die Spice boy niggas get Wesson Cause they're all gonna fry Open up some projects in Hell They need more room Cause most of y'all bitch niggas is coming there soon (What) [HOOK: BOOTLEG] I don't give a fuck if you Blood or Cuz Long as you got love for thugs (Sophisticated Thug niggas) (x4) [VERSE 2: BOOTLEG] All Eyez On Me Hollering "Thug Life!" on BET Gave the whole world the finger on MTV 2Pac Shakur, he was born to be a renegade A product of the streets Now look at what our streets done made And took away all in the course of a day Frivolous beef got me looking the other way You used to say that you was never afraid to die So put a blunt in your casket Let you get your dead homies high A true thug that was born to ride Say what you say, when he passed away The game died It was You Against the World I know that shit was crazy Believe me though the whole world wasn't against you, baby You told sisters to Keep Their Head Up and never switch And if you switched, I bet you Wonder Why They Call You Bitch Died too soon from unnecessary bullet wounds Now college professors do lectures in their classrooms On your lyricism Damn Pac, I wish that you were here so you could hear them Incredible, unforgettable, Biggie you was true You're Nobody Until Somebody Kills You Sophisticated Thugs! [HOOK] [VERSE 3: ???] In the city where hands get blown Every city I mash through There's at least 60 niggas that'll blast you Mash you out Cash, stash and heat-seeking lies On the day, only on the earth 16 years and already crazy Maybe I'll get blasted trying to master perfection Packing weapons, niggas tripping when you in the wrong section Flexing muscles, we're tussling Doing it only for nothing Cause the fight is all over when the pistols get to busting But that's enough, I don't think no one is listening They're trying to make us think it's cool The world order we're living in But so every memory, and all the game that they're giving in We're really giving in Living life for the sin And death I bet somebody dies raw 'fore the end of this song That's the reason why I pray So I can make it back home To be on top's where I belong Can't afford not to succeed But everybody's killing over clothes, bitches, and weed It's plain to see it's about the money But when they snatch the money We're robbing for food like ain't nothing funny In 1999, all major leaders have a meeting Then the ATF and FEMA, black people they defeated I said, in 1999, all major leaders have a meeting Then the ATF and FEMA, black people they defeated [HOOK] [OUTRO: BOOTLEG] 2Pac Shakur, one of the realest thugs ever to pick up a microphone I gives a fuck what anybody else says Fuck what you heard Fuck where you from East or West coast, I don't give a fuck I know who was representing And who moved me when he picked up a mic and spit that shit 2Pac-motherfucking-Shakur Died a soldier, lived a soldier From the Cradle to the Grave he was thugging And I know you bitch ass niggas feel what I'm saying Thugs