2Pac: Yo... Dre, turn the drums up.

This for the realest. No Hollywood shit.

Check it.

I was born with a fist raised, concrete in my veins

Explainin' to the system why we playin' these sick games

They send the boys in blue to clear the block for the rich

Call it "cleaning the streets", but it's a goddamn body ditch

I see the envy in they eyes when I rise above the pain

They wanna see me in a hearse, ridin' in the pourin' rain

My mama cryin', prayin', but the devil at the door

You mess with one of us, you mess with the whole West Coast war

I'm spittin' fire, preachin' truth to the youth in the slums

Sellin' dreams 'cause reality is chewin' on my gums

They call it Thug Life, you can call it what you want

But when the lights go out, we the only ones still up front.

But we keep on rising, through the smoke and the fire

Burning all the liars, taking it higher and higher