Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
2Pac
2Pac
Vocals
Big Syke
Big Syke
Vocals
Macadoshis
Macadoshis
Vocals
Mopreme Shakur
Mopreme Shakur
Vocals
Rated R
Rated R
Vocals
Y.N.V.
Y.N.V.
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Walter Burns
Walter Burns
Songwriter
George Clinton
George Clinton
Songwriter
Bernie Worrell
Bernie Worrell
Songwriter
Diron Rivers
Diron Rivers
Songwriter
Maurice Shakur
Maurice Shakur
Songwriter
TUPAC AMARU SHAKUR
TUPAC AMARU SHAKUR
Songwriter
Tyruss Gerald Himes
Tyruss Gerald Himes
Songwriter
William Collins
William Collins
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Norman Whitfield Jr.
Norman Whitfield Jr.
Engineer
Thug Music
Thug Music
Producer

Lyrics

You can dance underwater and not get wet, oh
Shit don't stop
Shit don't stop
Game rules, often slang to them lame fools
Heavy hitting at this motherfucker, straight spittin'
Digging deep into your brain while trying to explain
Why real **** need to stick to the game, it's the same
Got these motherfuckers changing on me
Jealous-ass player-haters gamin' on me
Look out, motherfucker, I'm a G
As in getting motherfuckers 'fore they come get me
Get mad for the right, for the wishes
Fake-ass **** you a trip for fighting over bitches (Why?)
We call that a player-hater, straight sissy
See me at my show, ****, miss me
'Cause I ain't trying to hear that bullshit
Got a pistol, motherfucker, better pull quick
And just 'cause I'm rappin', it don't mean I ain't scrappin'
An empty clip when the shit happens
It don't stop
Damn, I guess it's true
Shit don't stop
Them Thug Life **** is a bull
Man, it don't stop
Everywhere we go
Shit don't stop
These **** tripping at the door
It don't stop
I want to dance with you
I can go to the party and not get wet
See the shit, don't stop
When my nine goes pop
Your body drip drop
Throw that ass in a Zip-loc
Now you've been hauled away in a body bag
Get your Sherman sneaks on, have your block got, sneezed mad
When you fucking with a thug
Yo, your ass get plugged
With this hollow-point slugs
Sweep you under the rug
'Cause rebel def **** don't play that shit
And Thug Life **** be the craziest
So if you think about fucking us
You better wear a vest
But it really don't matter
We ain't aiming at your chest
Nah, we blowin' open your motherfucking skull
Make sure your ass smoked
That's all the fat lady wrote
You heard that fat bitch sing when my shit went bang bang
But I know you feel pain when I blow out your brain
****, ain't no plain cash bustas comin', no show
In a casket, getting they ass kicked, yes, blasted
It don't stop
Damn, I guess it's true
Shit don't stop
Them Thug Life **** is a bull
It don't stop
Everywhere we go
The shit don't stop
These **** tripping at the door
It don't stop
I wanna dance with you
The shit don't stop
I can go to the party and not get wet
All I wanna do is try to mack the hoes
Spend bank on dank, suddenly I spots my foes
It's like each and every one, they got the look of death
I got my nine, ****, don't be silly, watch your step
And proceed with caution when my crew is flossin'
Bitches we tossing and **** we crossing
It's like a murder mob when we hit your hood
It's all good
The punks, I wish you would
Wouldn't it be better to just parlay?
Would we bust 'stead of kicking dust?
Get some pressure of your nuts
'Cause ain't no herbs here and ain't no marks
Beware of the water 'cause they full of sharks
But in every state, **** perpetrate and test
Where I come from fools die for less
And thugs keep thugging till they casket drop
It's on till I die
And the shit don't stop
Damn, I guess it's true
The shit don't stop
Them Thug Life **** is a bull
It don't stop
Everywhere we go
The shit don't stop
These **** tripping at the door
It don't stop
I want to dance with you
The shit don't stop
I can go to the party and not get wet
Damn, I guess it's true
Them Thug Life **** is a bull
Everywhere we go
Written by: 2Pac, Bernie Worrell, D. Rivers, George Clinton, Himes Tyruss Gerald, Maurice Harding, Tyruss Himes, W. Collins, Walter Burns
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