Lyrics:
light
That I'm under, no wonder I look so sunburnt
Oh no, I won't leave no stone unturned
Oh no, I won't leave
Won't go nowhere, do-si-do, oh, yo, ho,
damn well, I'm hurtin the same
What part of the game you playin?
Kid, I'm sayin, yo, three months ago you was on
You fallin short now, chasin a don,
hurtin the same
What part of the game you playin?
Kid, I'm sayin, yo, three months ago you was on
You fallin short now, chasin a don, you're money ain't
Benzes, Jeeps, dubs pokin out tires
Thugs with heat, pay security, to let them slide in
Huh, I'm at the corner driftin, sippin, Cognac
To' back, know dat
Standing right in the landing site
Popping shots off at anybody rambling by
I'm in the zone, looking for a spot to hide
When I was sniped by a guy
I need you by my side, uh
How come I'm the only
One screamin' "Thug Life"? Ayy
Salute me or shoot me
You niggas gangsta in studio
Have them shots
They're scared we'll make 'em extinct
So let's think about a remedy as best as we can
If you're offended by extremities, you cut off the hand
Any part
street smarts and good credit
You got the best part, that's why you actin' hard headed
It's a man's world, baby girl, don't forget it
But what's a thug
Yo yo
What up
One luv
One thug
Know what y'all mutha fuckas need?
What we need nigga?
Know what America need?
What do America need?
A Outlaw
eyes from the press we were gettin'
Suspect from headache you know a great deal
Your apathy fake but your parts are real
More than a little by
rollin'
And keep it traditional the way I keep my money fallin'
While you slackin' on yo' mackin', Duke, we always keep it goin'
Right to the left, do
the penitentiary, still ballin'
Ridin on these niggas cause they lame
In a six-one Chevy, still heavy in this game
Can you feel me?
Blame it on my momma I'm a thug
forcefully
Life is a bitch yo I love her but she's costing me
Fly nigga head who thought about double crossing me
Spliff Star , the dutch hits , one
the light
Genius ain't measured by some school district marks
Baby go head, show the universe a champion
The 144000? It can't be them!
Young mastered
rough?!
(gun shots) (scratching - a thug changes, and love changes) repeat 3X,
Okay yo, we could play rough!
[Verse Two:]
Okay now, drive up to my
For the family, yo
Leave me alone i'm in the storm
I know that i'mma make it on my own
You lead me on this pain is strong
I didn't know this
the beat
Conversation we had
When my adrinallin was rushin
Check yo brakes and knee pads
When the twis to get tha bus in
Bodys gon' get rushed in
I
Gotta thug it yo
Said you
want respect
but I need it,
I'm guessing we both do
Like give me a shoot,
no telling what I might do
What would Micheal jordan
Either that or grinding RhymeZone, but hey
That's okay man
It's just part of the journey
Nowadays I go to Target and buy a pack of Hamm's by the thirty
a hustler by nature, fiend for paper, schemes and capers
Constantly eyed by neighbors who do the Feds favors
It ain't no major though, whether slangin' yay
spray it right
I know the game found my destiny
It's best that we part
Before I act like sex me god
Bust off severely make all my thugs feel me
For
Thats how my city get you roasted with the toaster
Get yo pop topped get sniped by a poacher
Homiez like me stay a float we float stirs
Rolling in
doubt, son)
For niggas don't know how to act
Yo, NYC,U-N-I-verse, seriously
Havoc and P, Queens niggas, so it seem to be
Monopolize, strategies
I know who's gun it is
Just by hearing the shots that's Bo
That's Little Mack
Damn baby who the fuck is that?!
I can tell from the way that he
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