Lyrics:
Bitches, that wanna back talk
Get out and walk
I'm too cold, like Iceberg Slim
Ya'll see, I'm caked up with icing
Rolling on dubs, thug for lifing
Never
guy ? named frosted flakes
You should tramp on the hill, down by each lake
See you ran into this nigga, named suga bow
Suga bow was suga slim, with some
I'm thug for life, ain't no changin' me
I'm thug for life, ain't no changin' me
I pop off guns and live dangerously
I'm lot more nigga than you
shout out to fresh Jordan!
Ellie!
MTV!
Irv Gotti!
Murda, Inc!
My nigga Ja!
DJ Clue!
Desert Storm!
The Hard Knock Life!
Backstage y'all!
by a gunner
It'll get ugly like UGGs in the summer
Son of a gun and that pop is a mother
It's a hard knock life, hell of a ride
You better hold
Shooting at me, with the only shot you got (don't you never in your motherfuckin' life)
Ja, quit playin', knock it off, you're not 2Pac (I'll choke the shit
foreigns like They nascars
You in the streets you in that water with no life guard
Stay motivated cause I know that These times hard yeah
These times hard
Storm!
The Hard Knock Life!
Backstage why'all!
the cracks
Been rolling NASCAR gas
Louder than my exhaust
See no future like The Jacka
Let this Bone Thugs knock
While I ride with a cabbage patch
Little white
sound rounddatown money knocks
thug wild the dial I'll never listen thug wild the dial I'll never listen thug wild the dial I'll never listen
Dirty
to ride like Queen and Slim
I live a thug life
I feel like Birdie off Above the Rim
I’m knee deep in this bitch
This ain’t for niggas who don’t
Know how
I'm back tHUG LIFE baby
Guess who's back guess who's back
Rick Ross talking facts like 2Pac's back
I'm a Thug till I die
Ain't nobody can stop me
trust in a hoe?
I don't know, I don't know why
She lift me up then knock me down just like dominoes, uh
You a Wendy's four for four, that's what I call
you didn't even do the crime
Do you wanna knock hard life
This the street life that we glorify
Come on let's go on a drive
Hi kids
You gotta be quiet in
my, I want my ones
Aye survival is slim to none
Cold outside, tear drops, need a Raincoat
Running from demons like Usain Bolt
Life's a blessing til they
That's Some flame for real
This is real talk
Confessions of a thug
They never show us love
We never get a plug
But life Goes on
Goes on
Tryna carry on
Lets
a duck nigga in the face with the uppercut
What the fuck? Y'all niggas do it the mic ruin
Your life by screwing, your wife now cruising
Affect with
[VERSE 1 (Swizz Beats)]
Cassidy I'm gone ball right
I deal wit the raw get it alright
And my chicks get it hard, get it all night
So ladies if you wit me
[VERSE 1] (Swizz Beats)
Cassidy I'm gone ball right
I deal wit the raw get it alright
And my chicks get it hard, get it all night
So ladies if you wit me
the penitentiaries
Mumia, Mutulu, Geronimo, Sekon
All the political prisoners san Quentin
(who can save you) all the jailhouses
I'm with you yeah
One thug, one thug
cold, I make medicine sick
Been Rap-A-Lot since '96, man I feel like J Prince
Man, I feel like Slim Thug
I'm a boss, ya heard?
I'm like Scarface, all
koma ɛte
Nso yɛ ko, se Kwame ne Kwame ɛgro yeah
Life is hard
Thugs don't cry
We go be alright
Time will tell
Thugs don't cry
We go be alright
Time will
thug by nature
It's all about paper, fuck these haters
Everytime a nigga makes moves, it's major
Pager blowin' up, and nigga my celly off
(Tell 'em bout it)
Last year was a hard one, but life goes on
Hold my head against the wall learnin' right from wrong
They say my ghetto
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