Lyrics:
Young cats askin ol' heads
Teach me
Over beats that reach me
Radiation of a radio TV movie nation on your g'damn mind
Makes ya blind
You don't
than the G you were bred to be
I should be out for presidents to represent me
And if they don't rep it right, take the presidency
When I was a young man,
that ya seen thus far
Cause it's just another day in the life of a God damn boss
I don't make love baby we make magic
Come home with a thug, let's
that ya seen thus far
Cause it's just another day in the life of a God damn boss
I don't make love baby we make magic
Come home with a thug, let's
that ya seen thus far
Cause it's just another day in the life of a God damn boss
I don't make love baby we make magic
Come home with a thug, let's
then Chelsea bury me at home. I'm
so alone when I stand up ain't nobody got my back it's
me against this world now now where my brothers at. My
heart
Uh, yeah turn it up, check it out
The transition from a young fool
Broke, still on his neck, he hung jewels
Live his life in the ghetto where guns
to comprehend
I n0e I've always wanted a thug in my life
But this pain is killing me like a sharp knife...
Baby u noe it's hella hard for me to love a gangsta
U
Wolf head on the Young God,
Call it Anubis,
Melanin drip, and my hair’s grown,
When I die, bury me like a Pharaoh,
This is not shxt that you’d see
and all the niggas you claim to
Came were trained by the weak
Double up ya power
Gotta compile it to fuck with me (Ah)
Made it clear like a squeegee
flawless
Fuck all that other
Bury yo brother
Leave yo family mad at the fact the Mobb took me under.
Bash 'em other sucka, likely struck wit G's
me now, bust it)
At sundown see I went on work
I sent a tec mount in a tennis skirt, pop the blood claat
Watch a thug rock, slugs pop
With
on the weekends (ooh baby)
I want to be the 'G' that your girlfriends brag about, that's what talkin' bout
Ohhh girl come and let me show you what a thug's about
things
I'll let you know I can't fathom how I can do this
To stand here in front of everyone
No matter who listens
I'll let you walk with me
But I'll be
your youngest children yeah
I put the recordin' of you beggin' for your
Life up in his Build A Bear
Make me mad and watch shit start flippin'
You'll
to comprehend
I know I've always wanted a thug in my life
but this pain's inflicting me like a sharp knife
Chorus
verse 3:
livin this life as a thug aint easy
A lot of times it seems like, you ain't gon' make it where you want to be in life
But, yo if you got a plan, believe me you gon' get there
You gon'
girl
Come into my world
38127, shady vista by the stairs
Y O slash G O slash T T I slash
Get up on yo ass
W W W slash dot Gotti slash dot com
Check out
been this livin' hell
For the thug life up on the street
And to the prison cell
Unlawful use is what
They caught me with a Tec-9
An do they got
then a average nigga to check me
I'm a rider till the wheels go balling they blow out
(damn) one hundred and one percent G and its no doubt
That if
Beretta's
Better than any competitor that wanna come get it
I'm heavy, I'm ready, to get the cash lil' G
Everything else irrelevant, the mask on me
You see,
and drank Cris'
(Shine) - My life is the shit
[Lil Wayne]
And the name be fire Wayne, ice and change
You can catch me in an aqua range, squattin things
(Vrmmm)
Put him in a stretcher and carry em out (Boom, Boom)
I'm rowdy like rebel folks give me a shovel
I'm digging his grave ima bury him now (On gang)
for two or three nights
Then I put it on pause 'til the moment was right
I went away for months until our paths crossed again
She told me I was never
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