Lyrics:
dividends
Though the life we live gets strenuous
And we gettin' it how me and my niggas
We outrang hustlas, thug by nature
It's all about paper, fuck
sound of a xylophone
Ass backwards I'ma stick you more than a cactus
Lay my thug willy actress across the mattress
Knock it off the earth axis
balling know we bringing down the rim
He thinking he can beat me but the chance is really slim
And if you say the name make sure you put in the TM
They all
you chasing clout
I'm in the trenches, playing a savage life
I had it wrong, nigga
But I made the right
Take it to the top, if I ain't scared
boogie]
This is for my mob and my thug niggas
Ruff ryder bug niggas, def jam website violate the club niggas
Screaming what, what niggas, y'all a bunch
like to ball, play above the rim
E.S.G., the young Don and a thug named Slim
(down here) we tolerate no type of disrespect
Have a bitch acting bad,
No jokes No cap
Welcome to Brum weh di thugs dem bad
Badness fly packs haffi get these stacks
No love get stabbed in the back
Giuro potevo muovermi
THWOW him to the floor again, sir?
PILATE
Oh yes. Thwow him to the floor.
(The CENTURION knocks BRIAN hard on the side of the head again and the TWO
on Earth as it is in Heaven
But Jesus stay reppin'
And we got beasts up in my section
I was raised by some thugs, got rich off the D
80 grams took my
on Earth as it is in Heaven
But Jesus stay reppin'
And we got beasts up in my section
I was raised by some thugs, got rich off the D
Eighty grams took
a hard life
Baby let me warn you it's a hard life
Swear I need to let you know it's a hard life
Baby let me tell you it's a hard knock life
Hop up in
at Max's
Get a bitch, fuck a hotel
Hit the crib, relaxin'
Them Body boys
They bringin' noise
Mike Jones and Paul Wall
Slim Thug and Bun B and Z-Ro
at Max's
Get a bitch, fuck a hotel
Hit the crib, relaxin'
Them Body boys
They bringin' noise
Mike Jones and Paul Wall
Slim Thug and Bun B and Z-Ro
at Max's
Get a bitch, fuck a hotel
Hit the crib, relaxin'
Them Body boys
They bringin' noise
Mike Jones and Paul Wall
Slim Thug and Bun B and Z-Ro
Don't fast talk hip to it
Slim Shady and Bone Thug influenced
I hoard bars don't know what to do with
Real talk I speak fluent
Sympathy out grew it
wit him
Gotta mattress filled with bond
That's his ATM
Trap going crazy by the stadium
Drip too hard like lil baby nem
Got some thugs in south bend
the mud
Your resources was dirt
Forever I'm a thug
My feelings never hurt
I give 'em a shoulder shrug
If they ain't showing love
I'm up by 21
Yeah they know
Ayo, I'm hard to talk to, if you live I probably fought you, stalked you
Where you walked to at night, caught you then tried to extort you
New York
to keep
Try me and I'm dumpin cause the lord ain't make no hoe in me
I'm by the book
Yo life get took
You fuck wit us it's yellow tape
This ain't nun
Yo this is for them thug niggaz
Yo this is for them bud hitters, and them motherfuckin drug dealers
Verse One: D.I.G.
Whassup nigga? How's life
time to create 'cause there's money to make
To be a billionaire takes hard work for years
Some nights I shed a tear while I said a prayer
Been through
time to create 'cause there's money to make
To be a billionaire takes hard work for years
Some nights I shed a tear while I said a prayer
Been through
He might get bucked
Is we marked for death? maybe marked for life
Cut by the gem star, razor tight, try to avoid that
Get this money up, live right,
it)
We livin' this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
(Thug life, we still livin' it)
We livin' this 'til the day
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