Lyrics:
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
talking}
Project Pat, Koopsta Knicca,
The motherfucking Tear da Club up Thugs, GangstaBoo, Indo G, its on.
You motherfucking hooooooooooooooooooe!!!!
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
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
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
Uh, yeah turn it up, check it out
The transition from a young fool
Broke, still on his neck, he hung jewels
Live his life in the ghetto where guns
Wolf head on the Young God,
Call it Anubis,
Melanin drip, and my hair’s grown,
When I die, bury me like a Pharaoh,
This is not shxt that you’d see
to comprehend
I n0e I've always wanted a thug in my life
But this pain is killing me like a sharp knife...
Baby u noe it's hella hard for me to love a gangsta
U
and all the niggas you claim to
Came were trained by the weak
Double up ya power
Gotta compile it to fuck with me (Ah)
Made it clear like a squeegee
flawless
Fuck all that other
Bury yo brother
Leave yo family mad at the fact the Mobb took me under.
Bash 'em other sucka, likely struck wit G's
me now, bust it)
At sundown see I went on work
I sent a tec mount in a tennis skirt, pop the blood claat
Watch a thug rock, slugs pop
With
on the weekends (ooh baby)
I want to be the 'G' that your girlfriends brag about, that's what talkin' bout
Ohhh girl come and let me show you what a thug's about
things
I'll let you know I can't fathom how I can do this
To stand here in front of everyone
No matter who listens
I'll let you walk with me
But I'll be
your youngest children yeah
I put the recordin' of you beggin' for your
Life up in his Build A Bear
Make me mad and watch shit start flippin'
You'll
to comprehend
I know I've always wanted a thug in my life
but this pain's inflicting me like a sharp knife
Chorus
verse 3:
livin this life as a thug aint easy
A lot of times it seems like, you ain't gon' make it where you want to be in life
But, yo if you got a plan, believe me you gon' get there
You gon'
girl
Come into my world
38127, shady vista by the stairs
Y O slash G O slash T T I slash
Get up on yo ass
W W W slash dot Gotti slash dot com
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