[Verse 1]
Give me my money in stacks, and lace my bitches wit' dime figures
Real n***as' fingers on nickel-plated 9 triggers
Must see my enemies defeated
I catch 'em while they coked up and weeded
Open fire, now them n***as bleeding
See me in flesh and test and get cho' chest blown
Straight out the West, don't get blown
My adversaries cry like hoes, open and shut like doors
Is you a friend or foe? N***a, you ain't know?
They got me stressed out on Death Row
I've seen money, but, baby, I've gots to get mo'
You screaming, "Go 2Pac", and I ain't stopping 'til I'm well-paid
Bail's paid now, n***a, look what Hell made
Visions of cops and sirens, n***as open fire
Bunch of Thug Life n***as on the rise, until I die
Ask me why I'm a boss player getting high
And when I'm rolling by, n***as can't see me

[Verse 2]
Been getting word that these square motherfuckers wit' nerves
Saying they can get with us, but picture me getting served
My own mama say I'm thugged out
My shit be popping out the record store as if it was a drug house
My lyrics bang like a Crip or Blood
N***a, what? It ain't nothing but a party when we thug
And there I was, a young n***a with heart, ain't had shit da lose
Pulling my pistol on them fools, you know the rules
D-R-E, you got me heated: my words like a penitentiary dick
Hitting bitches where it's most needed
Money and weed, Alizé and Hennessy
To my thug n***as in lockdown: witness me
Ball on these hoes in floss-mode
The life of a boss player, fuck what cha thought though
My enemies deceased
Die like a bitch when my album hit the streets: n***as can't see me
[Chorus]
N***as can't see me
They can't see me

[Verse 3]
You n***as made a mistake
You should've never put my rhymes wit' Dre
Them thug n***as have arrived, and it's Judgement Day
Hey, homie, if ya feel me
Tell them tricks that shot me that they missed, they ain't kill me
I can make a motherfucker shake, rattle, and roll
I'm full of liquor, thug n***a, quick da jab at them hoes
And I can make you jealous n***as famous
Fuck around wit' 2Pac and see how a good n***a's aim is
I'm just a rich motherfucker from the way
If this rapping bring me money, then I'm rapping 'til I'm paid
I'm getting green like I'm supposed to
N***a, I holla at these hoes and see how many I can go through
Look to the star and visualize my debut
N***as know me, player, I gotta stay true
Don't be a dumb motherfucker 'cause it's crazy after dark
Where the true thug n***as see your heart: n***as can't see me

[Outro]
N***as can't see me
You n***as can't see me
I know it's hard, n***a, I'm all up in yo' face
But you still can't see me
All up in yo' range, but n***as can't see me
I'm in the flesh, baby, but you can't see me
You blinded, you blinded, you can't see me
Thug Life, baby
Don't believe everything you read
Alizé and weed
Dr. Dre all day, 2Pac
N***as can't see me
I dedicate this to you punk motherfuckers
This one's for you, B.I.G., baby
'Cause you bitch-ass n***as can't see me
N***as can't see me
You can't see me
See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil
You won't see me
Yeah, first, you see me, now, you don't
Wanna see me, but cha won't
Come da see me, but cha can't