Lyrics:
nigga
It ain't easy being a gangsta
It ain't easy being a shotta baby
The way I'm living lose my life, baby
It ain't easy being a real nigga
I done put
You ain't trying to hot box with me, I swing hard liquor
Going down by the second round, all hail the underground
How that sound? Xzibit backing
Listen man, this here is some gangsta shit you know?
Real bouncy, hood shit, double are, shit, nigga
The best of the best street team
You know
still so fly when I slide man
Plus I'm lethal fully loaded ain't no takin' my ride man
We gangsta
And it ain't too much you can do to stop us
Don't try
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
what these hoes yellin
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
Y'all still chase on, I'll replace on, punks
Drunk of Dom, silk and gators
Spittin words makin
Mo' sippers, watched by gold diggers (uh)
Rockin' Girbaud denims with gold zippers (come on)
Lost your touch, we kept ours, poppin' Cristals
Freakin'
telling
Will I fuck em will I diss em, that's what these hoes yelling
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
Y'all still chase on, I'll replace on, punks
Drunk
Frays raise your eyebrow
By now you figure, he talkin 'bout that nigga
But your weak-ass assumptions
Lead lead to dumpin'
IV to pumpin', you're feeling
the b**** up put the gangsta twist on
Her sunny southern cal it never snows
N****s yellin' ha's and ho's we dumpin' out of 64's
When it comes to the gun
(Samples by Alchemist:)
Looked up the dj, and said may I?
[Large Proffesor]
Blow and pow like 4th of July explosives?
Lit it up, like the 4th
living to die
I often ask for this answer
But I still ain’t get a reply
This question of life’s purpose
Probably the reason niggas get high
To get by
avoidin' by the government avoid the spot
Can't wait till rain turn to sunshine
'Cause I hate to spend
My life my life my life my life
Duckin' the cops
(I
want it, you can tell by the look at me
This gangsta life ain't no longer in me
And I'm tired of the runnin', tired of the runnin'
Tired
to hell
But livin' the dirty, dirty
Havin' yah mama worry
That (?)
Tired of being blast at, but didn't cast that
I done asked for my life, and right
Chorus:Master P
Daddy wasn't home so mama raised me
I'ma thug but still mama bathed me (4X)
Verse 1:Master P
I live my life as a thug, roll
of growth, purpose, and success
Dreams really do come true
By the grace of the source of life, so be it
Motherfuckers caught me slippin, I hate that bull shit
Dayton for life, gangsta love
I gotta go back there, I get back, fuck that punk shit
All this time, you've been mine, heaven-sent Valentine
And just like that, my life stopped on the dime
I can't stop cryin', inside I'm dyin'
I
that I got, yo
Is shit I worked hard for
Life in the metro's so cold
Repeat 1
[gangsta boo]
I'm on some other type shit
I'm on some crazy ass shit
I'm
Gangsta
J.I.D, whoa shit, whoa shit, whoa shit
ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney
Please, please
Get off my dick, get off my dick
.40 my hip,
that bad habits
Don't see that bad habits
Fuck that
Soul from the dark
Protected by the Gods
Life in a fast
Moving like im blessed
I'm just trying get my
Scene kids / Ghetto jeans / Gangstas / 40's and the bling bling sidekicks rollin with the cleanest feel
Shorties / Homies / Hollywood, / Moscow, /
symphony
They say, "An eye for an eye" (Smoke)
You die by the sword
Nah, you can't look for no sympathy
I get high so I can ease the pain
But still I could
Discuss these gangsta life by bushman Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In