Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Who Do You Love?’ by 2Pac. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 2Pac or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Maybe it’s the thug in me
Maybe it’s the thug in me
Maybe it’s the thug in me
Maybe it’s the thug in me
Maybe it’s the thug in me
Ever since I was a young scrub
I was a thug on the corner with my niggaz slangin’ drugs
I’m runnin’ from the narcs when they pass by
Don’t ask why, I’m a hustler till my ass die
Even if I do come up, I’ll be ready when they run up, huh
I’ll be a nut to put my gun up, huh
I never trust these hoes at all
Fucking with them tramp ass sluts, you suppose to fall
Since she played you for you money but the shit was cool
Yes, it’s true niggaz be bitches too
You can’t see how she worked you, all up in her skirt
Now you looking like a jerk, ’cause she hurt you
Now heads up, don’t be a playa, hater
Just peep game, keep your mind on your money
Watch the bitch change
See hoes love thugs and thugs love loot
Hand it over, motherfucker, before I shoot
Who do you love?
Maybe it’s the thug in me
Maybe it’s the thug in me
Tell me, who do you love?
Maybe it’s the thug in me
Maybe it’s the thug in me
Who do you love?
Maybe it’s the thug in me
Maybe it’s the thug in me
Tell me, who do you love?
Maybe it’s the thug in me
Maybe it’s the thug in me
I’m livin’ that thug life, baby
Steady smoking endo, going crazy
Baby, come and hug me
When you rub me, turn the lights down
We in the dark, do you love me
Everybody is talking ’bout they know me
But they ain’t down like my motherfucking homies
Tell me what you need when you see me
And we can get it on, biatch, take it easy
Don’t try to hold me, control me
But you can take my number, baby, call me when you lonely
‘Cause it’s a mans world, ain’t no need to ask why
I’m high till I die and strapped with my 4-5
‘Cause you can lose it in the gutter
I wonder if I die by the hands of another broke motherfucker
They call me the alcoholer, I’m all in, thug for life nigga ballin’
I’m gettin’ tired of these hoes tryna play me
You can’t fade me and my niggaz going crazy
All day long I’m straight thuggin’ and constantly mean muggin’
Breakin’ the bitches that be buggin’
Tell me who do you love?
Maybe it’s the thug in me
Maybe it’s the thug in me
Tell me, who do you love?
Maybe it’s the thug in me
Maybe it’s the thug in me
Who do you love?
Maybe it’s the thug in me
Maybe it’s the thug in me
Tell me who do you love?
Maybe it’s the thug in me
Maybe it’s the thug in me
Who do you love?