Thugs Get Lonely Too - 2Pac, Nate Dogg

It ain’t easy bein me Life as a celebrity is less than heavenly

I got these fakes and these backstabbers chasin me around

And it’s always drama, whenever I wanna get around

Momma told me, long before I ever came up Gotta be true, to what you do and keep the game up Cause thangs change, and jealousy becomes a factor

Best friends at your wife’s house, tryin to mack her

I’m on tour, but still they keep on knockin at my door

And I got no time to worry, I’m steady wantin more

Every day is a test yes, I try hard

But I’m strugglin with every breath, I pray to God

that the woman that I left at home, all alone

There ain’t nothin like tryin to bone, over the phone

In my mind I can see her naked, I can’t take it Got me shakin at the thought that we can make it I torture me

I’m rollin out on tour today, you gettin sad cause I’m goin away, the…

… chickenheads wanna play with me, you gettin mad cause you think I’ma sway

Some of 'em cute some of 'em fine as fuck

I hear 'em scream soon as I hit the stage, nah…

Still I be gettin lonely for you

I’m comin home soon as I make this pay, make this pay

I call you up long distance, on the telephone

Wanna tuck you in even though I can’t make it home

I whisper thangs in your ear like you’re near me Wonder if you feel me, from far away, and can you hear me?

It seems to me, that you’re jealous

Cause I’m hustlin and makin money, with the fellas

In the backstreets, tryin to track me, baby hold up!

Thugs get lonely too, but I’m a soldier

And there’s no way I’ma stop makin money

Cause your attitude’s changed and you’re actin a little funny

Always complainin, sayin we don’t spend time

Can’t you see I got enough stress on my mind?

And hangin up like you all that

Then get mad when I tell you that I’m busy baby, call back

Please, ain’t nothin left to say to you

Thugs, get lonely too, YOU KNOW

I sit alone in my room drinkin, without a care

Talkin out loud to you, like you’re there

Take your picture out my back pocket, man it’s on You’re the first face I wanna see, when I get home

Wanna love you 'til the sun rise, buckwild

Touchin every wall in the house, thug style

Put your hands on the headboard, think of me Drippin sweat on top of you, sink and see

this in yo’head that I’m makin love, so turn the lights down

Reminisce and relax, cause baby right now

I feel it in the middle of my stomach

You whisper in my ear and baby tell me how you really want it Hold on tightly, watch the ceiling

Scratch my back’s how you react, let me know you feel me Cause everything I’m givin to you, is so true

And thugs get lonely too, YOU KNOW

Yeah, thug life BAY-BEE!

Steady thuggin

Ay so you remember that next time you sweatin me when I’m on the road baby

Thugs get lonely too, we ain’t gotta go through all this bullshittin ass

problems

If you wanna be real with me, be real with me If you wanna be fake, move on to the next one, that ain’t me YOU KNOW