Lyrics:
was playing the game straight from Hell from which few came back?
Like bad coke, pimp or die, was my mind frame bad?
Was niggas thinking simplify was
was playing the game straight from Hell from which few came back?
Like bad coke, pimp or die, was my mind frame bad?
Was niggas thinking simplify was
of the streets (I know)
Live bad to die good
Know how to move when hustlin' by the days with no food
But just so I can eat (fuck)
And ain't it a bitch
And if
lives, little kids die
Wonder why as I walk by
Broken-hearted as I glance at the chalk line, gettin' high
This ain't the life for me, I wanna change
your face, make it seem to be safe
But ain't no place to run
Sometimes I don't even know how I'm gon' eat
'Bout twenty dollars away from being
[Featuring Mac]
[Master P]
Dear Mr. President i live in the hood
Where people live bad
But say its all good
And my homies
stared at by Confederates but hard as hell
Tight jeans penny loafers, but I still drink a Bodine
Staying on my me shit, but hated on by both sides
I'm
hell nigga this the belly of the beast
I step foot out the crib, no shit
Gotta bring that hammer cause the drama don't quit
Everybody want to be king,
I'm that nigga that went platinum damn near over night
You're all welcome, niggas know you want to live my life
May God help 'm
I'm possessed by my
the regular folks
You're a freak, you're a freak, you're a
You got your bad habits, but I ain't mad at it
Some people don't feel right being that average
You're
I put my life on the line
I roll them dice and I'm fine
'Cause all I ever dreamt about was makin' it
They ain't giving it, I'm taking it
I'm
to be twice as smart, the realities of life is harsh
Just know that God's keeping you level
He'll even speak through the ghetto to reach you
Just
at a skyscraper reaching into heaven
When over in the ghetto I'm livin' in hell
Just play ball or be an entertainer
'Cause niggaz like me can't read too well
(Rule number one... n****z die, daily, hahahaha)
Hear me! Boo-yaow!
(Ready for whatever, hell yeah
What type n**** be a Thug Life n****?
Them
"Sak pase? N'ap boule" and rob niggas
The media be tryin' to make a nigga look bad, what's up with that?
See my flick next to Preme, Papi and Cat
fantasize the shit you write, you guys like lying (yeah)
Everything you ever been through multiplied by nine (what?)
Ain't even half the shit I went through
struggled, but your struggle ain't a struggle like me
Well how could it be when your people gave us the odds that we beat?
I mean, fuckin' hell, what about
into some shit, we never pop shots
We walk, scrap whatever he was
And live to talk about it then we get old 'cause
We keep a pack of zig zags for that
I ain't no Jesus but I'll proudly be the martyr
Spread the word about that nowhere place that makes the world go 'round
Whoa
I ain't in
ain't know Oprah then
Have the XL 80 bike
Loud motor, they be like, "Damn!" when I'm comin' through, rang
Had the grill in '88, y'all niggas is late
could be one
Until I see BIG, Pac
See Pun but this ain't Eazy
I can't take a Big L, my city needs me
I gotta win the proof is in the pudding
And I been
and mommas is hurtin'
Why you wanna murder me?
You never ever heard of me
You don't know who I am
I could be part of your family tree
Now sent by G O D
the world
And let's change the world
Everyday the devil at me, and I wish the Lord throw a Hummer at me, I ain't happy
Me and Eazy E in a B-E-N-Z, with
looked a hell of a lot like me
Well, he'd played a lot of places where the only wages were food and beer for free
No fancy licks, but he had him
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