Lyrics:
as a peach, life is a beach
And I’m in Venice laid on the beach
White sheets
With a dime-piece starin' at my timepiece
What it say? By six o'clock we be
Lil Marco, nigga. Gang
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Nigga
Getting to that paper, yeah that paper make a nigga work
Got my lil shorty in the back,
A street thug showed me how to pitch dimes
Only twelve in this hell where kids die
I want bricks off the scale and just slide, and let my shit fly
My
boosie
(callin me)come here boosie (callin me] gon get me in trouble... pussi 7x's
LYRICS FROM : Bertrell Reid(Mrs.Torrence Lil Boosie Hatch)
Thank You
keep floatin.
We gettin loose a lil bit, but everybody focused.
Cause everybody on yack and every body scopin.
Keep a unit in my face and back against
survive
No matter what, my people just stay alive
Still, we, will survive
No matter what, my people just stay alive
Thug Life never die
Dear 'Pac,
matter what, my people just stay alive
Still, we, will survive
No matter what, my people just stay alive
Thug Life never die..
Dear 'Pac, every
(Skant-O)
East side, L-be -see
All the way out here in the Midwest (East 99)
With my nephew Layzie Bone, Mo' Thugs (yeh, East 99)
And I brought a couple
(Skant-O)
East side, L-be -see
All the way out here in the Midwest (East 99)
With my nephew Layzie Bone, Mo' Thugs (yeh, East 99)
And I brought a couple
shitting on these niggas right now
Southside mop wit it, thug life
Mop wit it, thug life
Thuggin' lil nigga gon' pop wit me
If you gettin' a little
Give me that act right (That act right)
I got my sack right (I got my sack right)
I live a thug life (I live a thug lie)
I live that Pac life (I live
a nation of thugs
now we in these savage ages
even yourself predicted that last night in vegas
I heard gats were brandished, my nigga once again damaged
Miss Miss Miss Money Boosie badazz Miss Money boosie Badazz lets get it boy
nah them aint my negas them aint my a ones them aint them played in
hands in the air like you 'bout to shoot
Do the Boosie Boo, do the Boosie Boo
Put your hands in the air like you 'bout to shoot
Do the Tallahatchie, do
something
Niggas out here putting that work in
And I'm cool, nigga
Like that cup I put my purp in
You ain't 'bout the strap, you
Ain't 'bout that knife
You
In the life we live as thugs
Everybody fuckin' wit' us so can't you see
It's hard to be a man
Ridin' wit' my guns in hand
Why explain the game?
like 400 Degrees I think I’m Juvie
All these cameras on me like I’m in a movie
Somebody better catch my drip
Watch out lil buddy don’t slip
Big Glock
though
Right by there is my Y and the corner store
Diamond girls guarantee you see all the hoes
I was raised where the thugs lay
Where the little
I promise to protect and serve my family
And the ones I love
By all means
It's my call of duty
Woke up, family calling my line
Real shit,
by the club swerve, you wit ya girl swerve
A nigga move swerve, all my thugs swerve
[Chorus]
You ain't never had shit (uh uh) swerve on em
For ya
see it'd be
Twenty-two or so, older soldier on my team
I put you in my video
And give you plenty of dough
By my hotel room, Four fifty four
Hope that
step out in a skirt
Wear my heartbreak like a shirt
I want more jewelry than a thug
I shine like glitter, what it’s worth
I plan on meeting you above
all our motherfucking thugs in heaven, feel that baby
[Hook: Noke D]
This is for my thugs, in heaven
(see I'm trying to survive, in these motherfucking
In the life we live as thugs
Everybody fuckin' wit' us so can't you see
It's hard to be a man
Ridin' wit' my guns in hand
Why explain the game?
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