Lyrics:
like it's a demon
Curt McGirt, hop out, the whip the cleanest
I can tell by my auntie's face
She really need it neighbors used to call me
A lil' dirty
as extra pay
So give me mine today, and get yours tomorrow
Nigga Pac left the Thug Life love to follow
And I'm O-you-T loyal 'till my casket drop
Hustle
of thug in them, even the coldest G has a little love in them
Know who you trust, in the government's eyes, we must be locked up, it's fucked up
The end is
a story to tell
My adversary's get popped
Got me runnin' from cops
The ghetto life be a dime
Got me carryin' two glocks
My enemies is bad
Chop
Lord knows, Lord knows)
I wonder if the Lord will forgive me or bury me a G
I couldn't let my adversaries worry me
And every single day it's a test,
sit's quiet
Sippin' peppermint Schnapps
Turned the house into a spot and
Made her watch for cops (hey)
How could Mama bring a thug
Like me in this world?
bitch airplane mode code
No peacoat no time to change clothes, same clothes
Love if you living by the same code, G code, leave ho
Fuck it you dead
China died
Stomped out on 12th Street, memory fails me
Heard homie was a real G, that's what they tell me
I was the one to run through the functions,
forgot the shit I felt
And I told gawd give me a chance and I’ll give up this life
But I ain’t doin right
I gotta take shit to the grave
That I can’t
grape
Evisu jeans with the Bathing Apes (yeah)
Desert on the pillow, choppas by the nightstand (yeah)
You can roll the dice, play with your life man
on your I G
I stand on ten it can go up
If a nigga try me
That boy be woofing' won't look in my eyes walking by me
I be there for my nephews can't let them
the favorite tunes
And back by the bar playing cards looking hard
Was big bad Solomon Jones
And watching over his luck
Was the love of his life
Is the lady that
Lord knows, Lord knows)
I wonder if the Lord will forgive me or bury me a G
I couldn't let my adversaries worry me
And every single day it's a test,
and a couple Denzels
And you mothafuckin' right, this a safe house
Give me the K and a shovel, I'll bury that nigga
Be his pallbearer, so I can carry that nigga
Why you even tryna hurt me?
One in the head you can't even T-Shirt me
Look up to God like bless me
Im living life so rent free
When they seeing that
to life of the ice in your chains and your watches
And you'll see how wo lock this
Chorus
Verse Four: The Notorious B.I.G.
Click, click, uh, uh, uh
for? What you die for? Bounce!
I got some bitches that'll ride for me, die for me (Whomp!Whomp!)
Cornbread by the ki, the language when you call
couldn't find a place to rest
Until I got that Thug Life tatted on my chest
Tell me, can you feel me? I'm not livin' in the past
You wanna last? Be
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
talking}
Project Pat, Koopsta Knicca,
The motherfucking Tear da Club up Thugs, GangstaBoo, Indo G, its on.
You motherfucking hooooooooooooooooooe!!!!
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,
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
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
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