Lyrics:
Row, Thug Life
Dre can't fuck with this, uh
Yea, you know my trial to live and die In LA
To live in and die in LA
They say Dre can't fuck with this
the resistance
Don't living in fear no more
So you're searching through life
What you stand for
Trying oh so hard to ground yourself
And you're hanging
[Slim Thug]
Got drank by the paint, dro by the pound
It's 2002, and it still go down
Headed back to the Kappa, still 4's and adapters
It's the Mr.
ass, crazy stash
Pockets like Malcolm Bliss, crazy cash
My life's like a runaway train
I'm gone in it
Treat ya body like a phone and
Knock off a tone in
a life that is never fixed
ill tell you this even if its a hard pill to swallow
like it or not slim your gonna always be a roll model
do you know these
the Rolls-Royce 'cause stars in the ceilin' (ceilin')
Who made it hard?
Swap EBT for cash like tradin' cards, yeah
I've been broke my whole life (broke, yeah)
I'm eying, every motherfucker passing by on
Now the power in my brow
Make a thug uptown, come down
To hustle on Canal
Whats the bustle all about?
when im up
Thats why i dont give a f*ck
Yea
F*uck em all gotta live yours
Cherish life you only get one
Work hard never give up
You was never down with
with I'm some immortal s***
Outlawz we straight hurtin' s*** use artillery to murder with
Put then on the box gangsta party like Pac
Life's hard from
with I'm some immortal shit
Outlawz we straight hurtin' shit use artillery to murder with
Put then on the box gangsta party like Pac
Life's hard from
a soft ass
But I ain't seen that myth yet, but I seen a nigga make soft grass
Got a south side thug education, did a drive by for my graduation
Extra
My nigga 2-4 the GOAT, these other niggas basic
Surfin' raw in the trenches, tryna change a thug's life
A nigga tryna progress, but fallin' victim
want a thug, with a thug it's hard to show his love
Because he can't trust, so I call it no love
So it's hard for him to open up, 'cause he been stuck in
thinking it's right."
Life's a struggle, To me it's like ohh God
And I'm tryna live in a place we know it's so hard
I reminisce on birthdays and old
life/(damn)
Sitting to myself, I seen a aura, trying not to faint
Blue hair cutie, slim thick booty, my sasha banks/(the boss)
The devil on my shoulder, wanting
Big Daddy Kane
Heavyweight, I knock a Nigga out in two
Put him to sleep, see dreamz and swear it wasn't true
Look at you, lame, I'm iller, rhyme
school diploma but baby I'm a street soulja
School of the hard knocks every class I leap over
Smith and Wesson .500, long nose, mazel tov
Shoot a man
daisies.
Little sweet thang
She love to floss
Clothes to her lip gloss
Makin' hard thugs turn soft
Lookin' like Diana Ross
Slim, sweet and sexy
[Chorus 2X: Do or Die]
We the murderers, pimps plus thugs
We the murderers, pimps plus thugs
We the murderers, pimps plus thugs
We the murderers,
Let's take it back to the old times
In this little life of mine
This is the history of my childhood
And why I strive to shine
Throwback
To the old
sawed off
I'll knock on ya door and shoot ya motherfuckin' head off
See murder a real fuckin' natural born killah for realah my nigga
I'm badder
my truths through my "Hard Knock Life" time my gift and a curse
I gave you volume after volume of my work so you can feel my truths
I built
my truths through my "Hard Knock Life" time my gift and a curse
I gave you volume after volume of my work so you can feel my truths
I built
Chances are slim and life is trife
Doing your best in this world it won't suffice
The hard way the only way these young thugs learn
Eternally resting in
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