Music: Johnny Jackson/Tupac Amaru Shakur/Tyruss Himes/James Pennington
Lyrics: Saribekyan Sargis
I don't understand how people can stand next to you one year, and next year, they cannot stand there
They're going crazy, screaming. They can't take it that you're right there
But last year I was in the same club; walking around,lonely like a motherf*cker. You know what I'm sayin?
Couldn't get a date. Couldn't get nobody to dance with me, I was too skinny, too something
And now: "He's just adorable. He's just, oh!”
I bet you got it twisted, you don't know who to trust
So many player-hatin' n*ggas tryna sound like us
Say they ready for the funk, but I don't think they knowin'
Straight to the depths of Hell is where those cowards goin'
Well, are you still down? n*gga, holla when you see me
And let these devils be sorry for the day they finally freed me
I got a caravan of n*ggas every time we ride
Hittin' motherf*ckers up when we pass by
Until I die, live the life of a boss player
'Cause even when I'm high, f*ck with me and get crossed later
The futures in my eyes, 'cause all I want is cash and thangs.A five-double-0 Benz , flauntin' flashy rings, uhh
B*tches pursue me like a dream
Been known to disappear before your eyes just like a dope fiend
It seems, my main thing was to be major paid
The game sharper than a motherf*ckin' razor blade
Say money bring b*tches, b*tches bring lies
One n*gga's gettin' jealous and motherf*ckers died
Depend on me like the first and fifteenth
They might hold me for a second, but these punks won't get me
We got foe n*ggas and low riders in ski masks
Screamin', "Thug Life" every time they pass, all eyes on me
Live the life of a thug n*gga until the day I die
Live the life of a boss player (All eyes on me) 'cause even gettin' high
Live the life of a thug n*gga until the day I die
Live the life of a boss player 'cause even gettin' high
All eyes on me
All eyes on me
Я сам будто себя наказал этим непониманием, йе-йе-йе
Перестал себе тупо доверять и без устали жаловался на людей
Караван гаремел, и негодяй потешал себя баснями о воде
Но то были миражи ты, покаяние моё, найди-ка меня скорей
Пустынями верными я кочевал, да песок глотал следы
И не надо быть тут пророком, чтобы понимать суету беды
Сам приволок эти пули, чё мыслями-выстрелами судьбы
Убивали во мне этого Бога, чё, по сути, был поводырь
All eyes on me
All eyes on me
Little life of a thug n*gga, until the day I die
Live the life of a boss player (All eyes on me) 'cause even gettin' high
The feds is watchin', n*ggas plottin' to get me
Will I survive? Will I die? Come on, let's picture the possibility
Givin' me charges, lawyers makin' a grip
I told the judge I was raised wrong and that's why I blaze shit
Was hyper as a kid, cold as a teenager
On my mobile, callin' big shots on the scene major
Packin' hundreds in my drawers, f*ck the law
B*tches, I f*ck with a passion, I'm livin' rough and raw
Catchin' cases at a fast rate, ballin' in the fast lane
Hustle 'til the mornin', never stopped until the cash came
Live my life as a thug n*gga until the day I die
Live my life as a boss player, 'cause even gettin' high
These n*ggas got me tossin' shit
I put the top down, now it's time to floss my shit
Keep your head up, n*gga, make these motherf*ckers suffer
Up in the Benz, burnin' rubber
The money is mandatory, the hoes is for the stress
This criminal lifestyle, equipped with a bulletproof vest
Make sure your eyes is on the meal ticket, get your money
Motherf*cker, let's get rich and we'll kick it; all eyes on me
Live the life of a thug n*gga until the day I die
Live the life of a boss player (All eyes on me) 'cause even gettin' high
All eyes on me
Live the life of a thug n*gga until the day I die
Live the life of a boss player (All eyes on me) 'cause even gettin' high
Моё тело — минор, боли не жалей ты, тело — минор
Грязными пальцами боле не трожь мою душу недоношенную, тело — минор
Здесь для тоски вереницами пульса недоброжелатели точили топор
Я скоротаю те дни, что велела судьба-негодяйка, сам, в одного
Моё тело — минор, боли не жалей ты, тело — минор
Грязными пальцами боле не трожь мою душу недоношенную, тело — минор
Здесь для тоски вереницами пульса недоброжелатели точили топор
Я скоротаю те дни, что велела судьба-негодяйка, сам, в одного