Lyrics:
by myself when I'm alone, the same man
SNL yeah them my brothers, we don't make friends, know we thuggin' till the end
50 racks up in the shoebox, she
platinum hits
And the two dog groan, 50 gat to the dome
That nigga on the mic str-8 gone
Baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta shit
Ain't
Saturn[00:46.76]I'm the eighth day of creation, yeah, I'm Octavio[00:48.34]Shut yo mouth you be runnin'[00:49.22]Hit a lick on your block[00:50.40]Take a piss on your
with my razor
What can I do but be a thug until I'm dead and gone
I keep my brain on the game and stay headstrong
These sorry bastards wanna kill me in
Uh nah
We might slide on his blocc
Might slide we gone ride
Oh no
Noo
Yeah dat glock came with a drum
It hold a 50
I can't let a pussy nigga plot
I'm God
In my eyes I be quick to kill a bitch, paranoid forever clutchin
Boy, I'm known for tone blitz, try some shit I get you gone from around this
'til I'm not tired
I just wanna drive 'til I run out of highway
Into the purple sky
But if I'm gonna live until I'm 50
I'm gonna need you by my
Yeah, I grew up thuggin', I'm a South Memphis Rugrat (Rugrat)
Baguettes drippin' on my neck, these bitches love that (drip)
When I pop out, I got big,
Double cup with me liquor filled to the brim
Bad bitches with me got me feeling like a pimp
I'm a bad boy she could tell by the drip
Shawty like
(yeah)
Bad hoes boppin', look what money make a bitch do, 49 got it
These niggas sicker than the swine flu, I trick her 'til her mind gone (yeah)
Peezy,
guess they spare gone
I'ma finna fly out to LAX and go have me some Grammy sex
And smoke on me some Cali' weed wit' a pistol in my gallery
I'm tryna
I’make my own cloth "Bih" ima streets Designer
Laid bacc seat Recliner
On da Lowest I’m the Hottest
I’m being Modest
Highly favor by a goddess
She
(Ain't nothin)
Got cross gamed by my main homies (Bitch)
But I'm cut from that cloth man I'm really self made homie (N****)
Out here thuggin on my own yeah
on a nigga he keep talking
Real thugga you can tell by how i'm walking
I'ma love her til' i'm dead i ain't gon' cross her
running circles round tryna' make
and stuck by your side
When he call me he know I'm gone slide
You got my heart til I die
He suck on the clit and then tell me he love me
Roll a wood when we
the illest playa that's in the game
And he's ridin with Em, 50 cent, Doc and them
G Unit records aint no motherfuckin stoppin them
[Chorus - Nate Dogg]
This
cold
And tho' I'm gone now, nigga it's still on- Pow
Busting on them niggas til they gone
How many more jealous ass bitches, coming for my riches
Now
I plead
Forever thuggin' on a quest to get G's
Runnin' from enemies
Ever since the days of the seed
I'm under pressure
The stress will have me
Oh yeah, I got the perfect song for the kids to sing
And all my people that's
Drug dealin' just to get by
Stackin' money 'til it get sky high
love ha she gone deepstroke
Send him unda with a hallow cause that heatcold
Steady thuggin I ain't budgin I'm in beast mode
Steaady thinking she some hot
I guess god answered my prayers
Stayed down 'til the money came
I guess god answered my prayers
Got my shirt off with my chains on
I'm street
popped like he 50. Cent
U say Suwhoop
I say nigga what's brimmin
Dis real life shit
Dis dat 36 business
Joc just dropped another nigga
Dropped em at da
gettin major
A buck-fifty 'cross the face with my razor
What can I do but be a thug until I'm dead and gone
I keep my brain on the game and stay
with my razor
What can I do but be a thug until I'm dead and gone
I keep my brain on the game and stay headstrong
These sorry bastards wanna kill me in
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