Lyrics:
Tengo cien rounds en mi ak forty seven
Voy de negro y blanco con mi jordan eleven
Antes que me pilles en tu casa estoy
Knock knock knock I'm just
system is like a minimal prison
So you can't knock the hustle or the life that I'm livin
In the hood, it ain't all good, repent or you sinnin
Murder,
system is like a minimal prison
So you can't knock the hustle or the life that I'm livin
In the hood, it ain't all good, repent or you sinnin
Murder,
made
Visions of cops and sirens
Niggas open fire
Bunch of Thug Life niggas on the rise
Until I die
Ask me why I'm a boss player gettin' high
made
Visions of cops and sirens
Niggas open fire
Bunch of Thug Life niggas on the rise
Until I die
Ask me why I'm a boss player gettin' high
It's my time (Rick Ross)
It's my time (Finna' lay back on this shit man)
(Dade County dope boy)
I'm not a slim thug, I'm a fat mack
I don't
baptism
Thoughts in a thug heart, lost in his feelings
Ain't no love in the street and life ain't promised
That's how it goes, it is what it is
It is what
the streets, a young runaway, live for today
When he died, I could hear him say (Thug Life, baby!)
Time goes by, puffin' on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
costs
[Chorus]
[Slim Thug]
I played a lot of blocks, so my cash stack fast
I got a lot of rocks, and I ain't talking bout crack
Slim Thug's
They'll knock you off
I'm a day one don
Been putting n***as on
You a lil' n***a I'm a big n***a dog (dog)
Slim thug n***a like a big boss hog (uhh)
My
you
Yeah, one thug, one thug (how do we keep the music playin'?)
You're listenin' to the sounds of one thug
One thug, one thug (how do we get
you
Yeah, one thug, one thug (how do we keep the music playin'?)
You're listenin' to the sounds of one thug
One thug, one thug (how do we get
and it's hard hard for a knock knock
Show love to a nigga if he solid rock rock
56 soft 49 once it lock lock
Got pole on me, it's snakes around me
My bitch
of butterflies
Somebody help me, cause my life is in the Judge eyes
They got me for a Humbug, and that's some bullshit
I should've listened to them preachers in
Frankie J, Slim Thugga and Fresh (Slim Thugga)
[Slim Thug]
I got my eyes on you baby from yea feet up to ya head
A perfect night it'd be if I could
sex, and drugs
Pushin' an '89 Box Chevy sittin' on dubs
Nine thugs all ski masks, black suited with gloves
Break the imprinted chest with at least
to track none of y'all can get with that
Lil' Flip and Slim Thug always making paper stacks
[Slim Thug]
What I want is what I'm buying that's bottom line
Thug life
Fuck around
And get ya killed
PacLyfe hittem up
Thug life
Fuck around
And get ya killed
PacLyfe hittem up
Thug life
Fuck around
And get ya
motherfucker and he's loaded
Everybody run for cover, aww shit
Thug Life motherfucker, duck quick
Now am I wrong if I am don't worry me
Cause do or die gettin
Blaze up the endo, raise up the window
That's the way thugs, and gangstas roll
Baby take my advice, I'll lead you right
You need a thug in your life
scrape, and you thug, and you fight
And refuse every invitation to come into the light
What's it like, to have to maintain
Gain, life left lane, strife,
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
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