Lyrics:
b****es dat would lie for me (cum' on let's Ride)
How many n****z dat would die for me, die for me, die for me
Where the f*** my thugs at ready or not
on the
Curb cause my visions blurry
Maybe if they tried to understand me
What should I do?
I had to feed my fucking family
What else could I do
But be a thug
as lightning
I'll have her wearin' tight jeans
givin' nice brains in a white Range
pullin' up to club life, turned her to a thug life dame
I'm
at your house I don't care bout a charge
Chopper by the couch knock you to the garage
I got money now I think it's time for a car
Catching her fucking off
[Chorus]
Hard times got my mind in bind.
I'll go crazy tryin' to climb out the grime that's in my life (my life).
I'm surprised I survived.
It's
want to talk right now
Can't Rob Base if the 808's knock by the pound
Why you wanna make that frown
With that
Blood
Thugs finna' paint that town
Red
Livin' life just like a THUG
The Hate U Give
In god we trust
Get em up Get em up
It's too late
You gettin' shot becuz
And I know they out for blood
Haters
We the life of the party when we steppin' in
Who's that? It's just me and twin
Praying to god all alone when I sin
Hoping that me and my boys gon win
alot of bullets man
drop em where the stand with one squeeze u dont understand
this a hard knock of life for niggas
take a pentatentery chance throwin
knowin what I'm knowin
Then live your life.. cause, we're..)
[Chorus]
(Cause, we're..)
[0-1]
(Nuttin but some gangsters..) Ridin by in them big
wavy
They copy and follow trends
I ain't have 50 cent
Now I'm hated by many men
Hot boxes we switch the vin
If he sweet then finesse again
Its hard
the thugs obey us
Bust a slug to save us
Straight missle, pulse gristle, snapper crime
Poppin tops off of Anaheims, tropic refined
Extorton air time,
the world say
What the boy say
What the girl say
They say it's all about the Benjamins
You gotta get that provolone by any means
Regardless of the life that
As a consequence of which, they must find money by these means
We say we are against those means
Not because we are moralists, not because we are religious freaks
acts
y'all ain't touching my squad
Run the whole yard, anybody disguised, pulling your card
Mock my life, nigga, it's too hard
Ready for battle in
shattered
A land of freedom is flipping out
All I want is a life without a doubt
Thug life, we all been through it
Life's a struggle though it's not split
As of lately going crazy you might have to taze me
I'm going so hard just for a plate so close that I can taste it
You might have to hate me cause ya
grand'll knock a nigga off
See I'm from the ghetto
Where the drop top do's fly
Headed to the sky, with a dub when I fly by
Fo's swang wide, when I slide
Did everything that I had to do to make it by
Did everything on my own and now that boy so fly
They can't see what I'm doing they tryna ask me why
and Omelly in the car, on call flight
Tryna swing that work nigga, this is our life
We bring that work to your door nigga
(uh knock knock)
Strapped down, 44
as a cough
When I pull up in that foreign and I break boys off
Super ballin' is a product of a hard knock life
No more Ramen noodle spread, no more struggle
Ah, me name is Jackie White and I'm foreman of the yard,
And ye don't mess with Jackie on this quayside.
Why I'm as hard as iron plate, woe betide
pay the cost for my homie's life, it's lost.
Toss a coin in the air, run my fingers through my hair,
and ask myself: "who the fuck should I really
a day in my life
When im away from my home
Now i know the truth bout the life
How's it feels when you livin lone
Smoke a pack of ciggs everyday
Cause
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