[Intro: DJ Chop Up as 2Pac]
Get your hands on ya strap! (x8)

Put your motherfucking hands on your strap n***a
Thug Love n***a (yeah)
We can do this like gangsters and slug it out, or we can do this like punks and punk it out. Pull your strap on me? N***a, you better kill me. Thug life, baby

[Verse: 2Pac]
I'll probably be punished for hard living, blind to the facts:
Thugs is convicts in God's prison, hands on the strap
Praying so Father please forgive me! Police be rushing when they see me
I flaunt it: America's Most Wanted, live on T.V
Life: pleasure and pain, stuck in this game, holler my name!
We all gon' die, we bleed through similar veins
Please explain to me, now. Don't panic when my guns burst
Heard the last jam, n***a? This one's worse!
My n***a Chop held the Glock 'til I came home
Thug Luv playa, tell these bitch n***as "bring it on"
I caught a plane late last evening
To help my n***as clean up some n***as no longer breathin'
Now, who do you believe in? Hit the weed and breathe
It's a cold-ass world; n***as kill you in your sleep
Watch me, until they stop me, bury, murder me or drop me
I got Thug Love for my nationwide posse. Feel me!

[Hook: DJ Chop Up as 2Pac]
Get your hands on ya strap! (x8)

[Outro: 2Pac]
Put your motherfucking hands on your strap n***a
Thug love
I don't give a fuck where you lay at n***a
Wherever you n***as lay, bring it
Thug love biatch! West side!

[Hook: DJ Chop Up as 2Pac]
Get your hands on ya strap! (x4)
Ge-ge-ge-ge-get your hands on your strap! (x2)
Ge-Get your hands on your strap! (x2)