Thug Life to me is dead.

No matter how hard it gets, keep your chest out, keep your head up and handle it.

I would rather have been shot straight-up in cold blood-but to be set up? By people who you trusted? That's bad.

I want there to be a life for the street element. Instead of we always getting shut out. Instead of defenseless, having power.

How could you do me like that I took ya family in put some cash in ya pocket made you a man again

I put the pistol by my head, and say a prayer. I see visions of me dead, Lord are you there?

Biggie came at a time just like Hitler did with the Germans.