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Rule number one, *************z die, daily |
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Hear me, boo-yaow, ready 4 whatever, Hell yeah |
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What type ************* be a Thug Life *************? |
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Them Thug Life *************z be the craziest, run up ************* |
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There's no way to survive in the city it's a shame |
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*************z die from my hollow-point bullet to the brain |
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Will I survive or will I die is what I wonder |
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Puffin' on blunts and gettin' drunk to keep from goin' under |
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Gettin' lost in the madness, blunted gettin' tipsy |
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Got my pistol out the window screamin', "Lord come and get me" |
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Am I sick, or am I just another victim? |
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Unloadin' my clip, I'm watchin' every bullet spit when I kick 'em |
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*************z die from automatic gunfire |
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Your time to expire, nobody cry every man gotta die |
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When they bury me, they bury me a G |
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Rest in peace, to all the homies got to Heaven before me |
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Pour some liquor on the curb for the *************z that's caught |
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Had a mother******' ward but he didn't go to court |
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God damn, and one day we'll all be together |
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Until then I'm ready 4 whatever, c'mon |
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Yeah, *************z movin' somethin' in the nine-trey |
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It's all about makin' money, gettin' yours |
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And knockin' coppers off the mother******' planet |
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Word to the mother******' nine ************* |
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We gonna make this mother******* ours |
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If they don't feel me, they gon' kill me |
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So Syke, get skanless ************* |
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Am I going to Hell or will I reach Heaven? |
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After all this *************t I did with my Mac-11 |
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Did I sell my soul? Mama woulda saved me |
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That's the way that daddy raised me |
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Oh God, help me I'm losin' it |
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So ************* it, take me I'm doin' it |
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I need to change and look for a better way |
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I got a hundred round clip to my AK |
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Commitin' sins I might die in vain |
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So ************* it, we'll live off the street fame |
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God didn't send me in the right direction |
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I'm gettin' hit by a diesel in the intersection |
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I know you're out there help a young brother |
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'Til then I'ma smoke mother*******s |
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Things wouldn't be so bad |
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If we got the things that we never had, I'm ready 4 whatever |
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That's my mother******' ************* there |
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Big ballin' ass Syke |
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Yeah *************, you schooled them young bustas |
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On how it is to be a real mother******' G |
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In the nine-trey mother*******s is dyin' daily so you best be packin' |
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If you ain't, boo-yaow mother******* |
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Dear mama I know you worry 'cause I'm hardly at home |
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Every other night in jail, got you patient by the phone |
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Wanna shake it 'cause I can't take it got me livin' in Hell |
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Like I'm walkin' with a secret that'll kill me if I tell |
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I live the Thug Life and can't nobody, change me |
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Not to the brain, going insane, just a part of the game |
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So much caine in the fast lane, finally a dry eye |
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When I die, bury me with my fo'-five |
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And let the devil feel the wrath of a ************* |
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Goin' to Hell with my finger on the trigger |
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Now everybody's starin' |
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Got a ************* losin' hair and they wonder if I'm all there |
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Well, don't blame me, blame the flame that flickers |
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When *************z gettin' richer, mo' money |
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Now tell me if you wanna live forever |
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*************z dyin' so be ready 4 whatever |
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Yeah, ready 4 whatever |
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Ready 4 whatever |
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Thug Life *************z and we be ready 4 whatever |
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Let me go like this, ready 4 whatever |
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Huh, Big Syke he be ready 4 whatever |
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My ************* Kato, ready 4 whatever |
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Pain, he's ready 4 whatever |
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And my ************* Bam Bam, he ready 4 whatever |
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My ************* Banks just be ready 4 whatever |
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Modu, he's ready 4 whatever |
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Big Serg, we ready 4 whatever |
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Charlie Tango, ready 4 whatever |
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My ************* Pac, be ready 4 whatever |
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Yeah, ready 4 whatever |
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Ready 4 whatever |
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My big-ballin' ass ************* Boom, ready 4 whatever fo' sho' |
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Yeah, you know |
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This how the player's do it |
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I know you standin' there confused |
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You wonderin', what type of ************* is a Thug Life *************? |
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Yeah hehehe *************, we be the ballin' player-ass ************* |
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About gettin' riches, ******* and plenty loc' |
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Ready 4 whatever |
