Lyrics:
do?
These thangs that a Thug goes through
And still I rise so keep ya head up
And make ya mind strong
It's a struggle every day but
You gotta hold on
I
everyday thang?
I aim straight for your temple
It's really that simple when I seen it splatter
Had I even killed one of you clones
Then the rest of y'all
by me
I've been myself and that's fine by me
Been riding on my own with a thang on me
Ain't bout to give it up cause it's all on me
My momma told me
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire (Oh)
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire (Come see what I mean)
Have a baby by me, baby! Be
top gutter
I hover over you lames, run for cover, end in your brain
Yeah, you did your thang but not very good
And by the looks of things, You can't
blame?
Maybe my pain, dealin' with it by callin' it a phase
These are the last days
Carry no shame, everyday thangs
Went from sellin' cocaine
Evil lurks in the mind of mad men
I have to call Spice 1 to put in work
Yeah straight motherfuckin East Bay killa in the house
Spice
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 string like a puppet, warriors on the frontline
Sometimes it'll make a real thug nigga wonder how we don't go under
Livin' in the last days
I be killin'
will get plugged
'cause I'm a gangsta out that Val.
Again a true fuckin'' thug
Uptown solja, can't stop that 13th
Real, real niggas, we be chillen' off
to break down the whole thang
My nigga B.G. know Buck been a birdman
It's got to be in ya blood to be a thug
If I ain't makin' enough I'ma jack my plug
this a hood thang
All my thugs let ya wood swing
Bitches make ya ass clap
I'm takin' all y'all ASCAP and BMI
Catch me drivin' DUI
Look, 'cause I
a big bank thang so we actin bad
now tell me I'm the shit like I don't know
we represent them niggas out that five o fo
thug niggas and goodfellas thats
around kid and I'll Glock your mental
Stay fuckin' wit' ya man Benzino
Hardy on the side by the Rick Gambino
Burners on the side, that's how we be though
They nervous when I'm lurkin' and your body be stiffer/ I plot by myself, my
Thoughts are dangerous
You gotta be lyrically tight if you wanna hang with
It's all eyes on me
Live the life of a thug nigga until the day I die
Live the life of a boss player 'cause even gettin' high
All eyes on me
Live
ain't ever spoke on none of the thugs that shit lame as fuck
Put your life in danger for some niggas who done gave you up
Calm it down I'll spice it up
your name sign some thangs but that's that boo
She watch how I do my dance in the club
Bitch I'm a thug don't need no hug
Since 10th grade I been
And I Pop My Shit
Young Buck:
But I Ain't Gonna Change
D-Tay:
I Don't Play That Shit
Young Buck:
G-Unit Do Ya' Thang
Young Buck:
These Niggas Want
peace, cause they chasin me down
And facin me now, what do I do?
These thangs that a Thug goes through
And still I rise so keep ya head up, and make ya
peace, cause they chasin me down
And facin me now, what do I do?
These thangs that a Thug goes through
And still I rise so keep ya head up, and make ya
this a hood thang
All my thugs let ya wood swing
Bitches make ya ass clap
I'm takin' all y'all ASCAP and BMI
Catch me drivin' DUI
Look, 'cause I
burning
My enemies jurn these burning
When it stops nobody knows
I m about to cash the do
Catch the do
[Spice 1]
As the world turns
We all get
flames
Double the O.G. of a deuce thug thang
Bitches who know me know how I do dames
Still, fuckin with James we roll in this shit hard
I locked up
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