Thug Nature
Artist：2pac
Songs Title：thug nature
One, two
To a nigga nature
Hehe
No need to cry now, go wipe your tears
Be a woman, why you actin surprised?
You showed the bullshit, commin fake hair
Fake nails, fake eyes too
So why you bound to fuck wit fake guys too
Aint nothin hard about it
Why you lookin sad, shoulda though about it
Say you learn, I truly doubt it
I guess you got a problem with affection, kinda loose with the love
Gettin freaky with the thug niggaz up in the club
Ask to buy you a drink, you holla Don Perione
（Spellin
Knowin Im a cash dealer, still I, remain calm
Let you chill with me
Plus you was smilin til the bill miss me
Thats what you get for trynna dick me
Missed me with that buy me this, buy me that
Syndrome shit
Bitch get a job if you wanna be rich
Gettin mad cuz I cursed and I screamed, I hatecha
Introduced you to a nigga nature, feel me
One, two
To a nigga nature
Hehe
Probably too nice at first
I lettin you kiss where it hurts
Me and you gettin busy, slangin dick in the dirt
Met you at a pool party it was cool to kick it
See us, toungkissin, you was truly with it
Little Exstacy, Hennessey, mix with me
Picture me pray for pussy when the dicks for free
Hey now, where my niggaz at? Tell these hoes
Before I pay, I jerk off, word to Moses
Visions of you sittin there sweaty and wet
Pointinat the places that you want me to hit
Give me room all up in the room, call the cops
Nigga, hit them walls til the bastard drop
Label me, Makaveli, Thug Nigga with pipe
Livin life as a Rock Star Friday nights
Make money, get pussy
Always keep a pager, cell-phone in the ride
To complete my Nature now!
One, two
To a nigga nature
Hehe
（Thats a nigga nature）
Started as a seed from the semen
Straight outta Papas nuts, lustin for creamin
Bitches wit big butts , curves make a nigga cry, tits and shit
When Im locked down beggin you for porno fleeks
Sneak weed in, helped a nigga passed the time
With my name tattood so that ass is mine
Tell everybody, Pac put it down for good
A local legend through the whole hood
Follow me, I got a gun on me
Goin for nun on the run baby
You know a nigga need some , is my son crazy?
Why I cry, when I be thuggin til I die
Picture of nigga in heaven high, of weed I fly
Got me missin dead homies with the phonies that died
Hit the weed and hope it get me high
Dear God, understand my ways, livin major
Blessed with a thugs heart
In a realla nigga nature!