Hell, No Way To Win And Liars Talking Business All You Get Is Shame On You Sporting Is A Dope Show Nothing Is For Real Sponsors Are Dictators Begging
luck and a powerful attack Gonna force the allied law Spreading death and blood- terrorizing all the world In a bloody kinda hope like a killer working dope
Verse 1:] 745 outside Rims hella big When I drive by Make them haters hella sick Seat laid back Puffin on hella dro Cup filled up Sippin on hella trone Hella high
we fucked in the club, pussy got wet when you saw the swangers on dubs A thug from around the way like Slim Thug, but I need pussy like a dope fiend
money baby, respect that [Hook: Z-Ro] I'm so high, (weed in my lungs Switchblades and guns, niggaz don't want none) I'm so high, cause I got a sack
ain't know she better hits know, until I be dead Young nigga what you seeking, outside looking in I'm here on this black top, confused with a flat top They got dope
Jump in my bitch, and I boss my hog I hit the streets, the streets hit me back I checked my pager, it was time to attack The motherfucking dope fiends
alone I need to get away) Trying to clear my mind (trying to clear my mind, from all the stress and the drama in my life) I'm so high (I'm so high I'm
hesitate to seel you an underground tape Fuck the straight and the narrow I be crooked than a bitch Slide through the door sideways with a mask and some clips With a dope
the mix, trying to turn these crumbs into some bricks Sideways on switches we gone sip, drinking on drink and smoking dip Living my life in slow motion, riding high
me that's turning me in Uh, why do the fiends buy dope from me they know they don't get high from me Why do the fiends buy dope from me knowing that
'represente for real JJ fait bounce ton cap dog You feel that Tchin! I have a dream do, yo j'veux l'big rap scene J'ai un nice flow, des dope cuts pour
(Bagg up) Bounce, bounce, bounce then (Bagg up) [repeat 2] Straight playa baby 2 rides outside wit that old G-glide I'm high but it's all gravy. Snake
ghetto made us, sincerely yours I'm a thug, the product of a broken home Everybody's doped up, ni**a what you smokin on? Figure if we high they can train
clearly a man of military means in my artillery Watchin over me through every murder scene From adolescence, to my early teens, thought we was gonna die Sellin dope
you had a jheri curl didn't quite learn On the block, witcha glock, trippin off sherm Collect calls to the till, sayin how ya changed Oh you a Muslim now, no more dope
one you wanna try, why, stayin high i hit the blunt an watch these motherfuckers die whose runnin the streets i sell that cocaine cause in the the dope
Thug Life Thinkin' back reminiscing on my teens a young G getten' paid over dope fiends fuckin' off cash that I make nigga, what's tha sense of workin