Lyrics:
shed tears we shed blood
Do you still want to be a thug?
Yo, criminal ways of thinkin made me crave Abe Lincolns
The days I spent stinkin caught
shed tears we shed blood
Do you still want to be a thug?
Yo, criminal ways of thinkin made me crave Abe Lincolns
The days I spent stinkin caught
won't faze him
So many blackmen die for drugs
I think back on the way life was
Before rock cocaine started runnin' thangs
And drive-by shootings was
this Thug Life it got me livin'
Initiated playa hated without givin' a single fuck
Why they dangling baby all on my nuts
I be singling fingering
trusted fuck y'all
Fuck all y'all, fuck all y'all
I'm sippin' Tanqueray and juice and what's the use
Cause I'm a hopeless thug
Ain't no love
shed blood
Do you still wanna be a thug?
Yo, criminal ways of thinkin made me crave Abe Lincolns
The days I spent stinkin caught victims on the weekends
trusted f*** y'all
F*** all y'all, f*** all y'all
I'm sippin' Tanqueray and juice and what's the use
Cause I'm a hopeless thug
Ain't no love
twizz on this THC
She comes to the marsh
And she patterns barris
That's jailhouse spice and the new A3
All I want is my ROD
Babe don't get fazed by
in broad daylight
The only way you live if it don't spray right
But you out your death wish so if I miss you'll be facin barrels by midknight
so long
And still got by
See thug money got blood on it
Plus it leave residue
Boy I'm tellin you
I put mo bread on it
I lost a homie in
paint with the gold thang shinin'
Hands out the window, I'm blinded by diamonds
Like they say, all good things to an end
Cause in the game you either
Throwing up blood.
Fuck it Lay, let's sign our life away!
You see me
I ain't givin' up a motherfuckin' thang
It's hard to come by, and I ain't no
bury me a thug
Henessy and weed be a ball with desert
These shirts and kakis is how we work
Hypnotized by change after fortune and fame
I roll 20's
spendin' no time
I be pourin' wine, tryin' to, knock out your spine
Make you mine, from behind, to some slowed down "Bump n' Grind"
His thang like a dirty
'ma cop the 6 at the beginnin' of winter
Chrome it out and then fit it with timber, that's wood grain
What you ain't know, this a hood thang
All my thugs
fear?".
I ran around with the best killers,
thug criminals and drug dealers.
Blasting niggas if they come near us,
(???) with evil spirits, no
yea yea)
In your mind, I call my pistol 'cause it stay by me
(Uh-huh)
That's like my brother, lucky mothers
We ain't nothin' to see
(Uh-huh)
like yo' shit don't stink?
Check out my diamonds, bitch
Everyone gonna blink this be a thug thang
Outlaw nigga with riches
Cream dreamin', motherfucker
We got that green stuff, Big Tite
Lil Flip the Leprechaun, Slim Thug the Boss Hogg
Fin to put it all in why'all face
I got too much money, too
by the 9
Fuck the dumb shit, I run this, a whole life of crime
Ain't never had shit, but always had my pistol, bitch
187, don't make me whistle, bitch
well respected he a big thug
I am the whole thang they
Steady be talkin he rich
Its only a few and he think that he it
He be shaking his head just like
and the President is in too
I hear Tu-Pac sayin', "Watch em they'll kill you"
Sippin' Thug Passion, scrub actin like he feel you
Steady plottin', ready or not;
We keep ya feelin' oh so high
Like its 1999
All over again with all of my hustlers, soldiers by my side
Been a long, long ride, I'm still
Ginger light, spice rice
Strips, pork belly
Thug life, thug wife, urban Makaveli I ride through the city of the temples Now I'm ready
From the country side
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