Lyrics:
sell a nickle chums to bums
Run away from home, running through the streets with a chrome
-nigga, fuck that, you see I'm livin on my own
-my life is
fake love, can't do fake hugs
Can't do fake dudes, can't do fake thugs
all my life, my friends been bad luck
By myself, ain't got no backup
Can't show
rollie flooded up
Life, you only live once man, so fuck it uh
Might tattoo thug life on my stomach yeah
Yikes, You wifed it, but now she fucking yeah
long as I'm by myself, then ima team!
Grind til I lost my mind and my regime, soon as the sun went down
It rose for me! Damn!
Everywhere I'm at my job,
them saved
surrounded by project chillin', project livin'
Jesus needed bad, 'cause we'd all die chillin'
Blasted up for no simple reason
Thugs separate
ya hair turn gray
Let me tell you about life and 'bout the way it is
See we live by the gun so we die by the blood of kids
[Tupac]
They tell
to hide?
Would you snake me for paper
Look in my eyes?
Can you accept the consequences of life
Of livin trife and take yours with honor
If a real nigga
as extra pay
So give me mine today, and get yours tomorrow
Nigga Pac left the Thug Life love to follow
And I'm O-you-T loyal 'till my casket drop
Hustle
look over my right shoulder
Livin' life in my rearview, fuck stayin' sober
Forget back I sit back and wait for the click-clack
Real gangsters want
boom
It's My Turn, Lil' Baby, tell my bae, "No pictures", that's a baities
Babylon hate me, but the wok rate me
Livin' life like a crackaine in
The harsh realities of life is takin' toll
Even Jesus Christ forsake my soul
Please tell me what price to pay to make it whole
Take control, I'm
that street life
Seven hundred block of soldiers
But I'm surrounded in this world
Where I'm loved by many
And hated by few
Respected by ya'll
a swisher as I try to forget it
As I look at my life I thank god I'm still livin
Made some stupid decisions lost a couple good women
I'm feelin like why they
won’t end right,
Look at what they doing for them likes we livin on opposite sides
Verse 1
Influenced by computers to become a shooter technology could
or anyone
I die by the gun, my life has just begun
Thought I was livin all along, but I was wrong
This long road I have to travel in countless battles
don't hustle then mama don't eat
I live my life with some thugs I run with killers and G's
tech-nine and Oz's gone off hennessy and weed
Chorus(2X)
don't hustle then mama don't eat
I live my life with some thugs I run with killers and G's
tech-nine and Oz's gone off hennessy and weed
Chorus(2X)
the one I have my kids with
Yeah you my baby girl, livin' in this crazy world
Wanted you a burner so I bought you a 380 girl
You understand my life
War! War!
There's a war goin' on outside, no man is safe from (repeated & scratched)
(War is a continuation of politics by other means, the purpose
one could ever really understand the life we live
Love me or me alone
Is now the only attitude I'm feeling when i perform
Feel like I'm in a dream
with a thug, baby this is what it feel like
You livin' what I'm spittin' baby, real life
Lay it down hard, real hard like a steel pipe
And I swear
nothin' blood, 'cause we livin' in a world that's ran by thugs
I said we livin in a world that's ran by thugs
And they quick to peel ya, kill ya, still they
from goin' under.
The fedarones want to see me dead.
Niggas put prices on my head.
Now I got 2 rottwillers by me bed.
I feed em lead.
Now
of weed to keep from goin' under
The federales wanna see me dead
Niggas put prices on my head
Now I got two Rottweilers by me bed, I feed 'em lead
Now
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