Our duty is to kill and destroy Steal treasures, rape women Our only god is Satan We live to kill, we fight to die We live to fight, we fight to die
thugs, these thug commandments Stop cuffing that young girl let her breathe Be a father to you kids let hell desect No Do-rags in the lords house Trust in the lord
squares to the fly one thing we are aligned with black on black Nikes that represent the lifeless lives and it reflects the plight of those fighting
bout to overdose on it I ain't never had no good times, I put my dogs and my locs on it Chain smoking, cigarettes back to back Unless I was pillow fighting
much If I could be like Jesus, I'd have a reason to live The way I dodge bullets, it's like it ain't the season to live If I could be like the Lord, then
some thugging niggas Family members even say that I ain't use to shit Cause I stay high all day straight abusing shit [Z-Ro] Cause lord knows Z-Ro ain't got no regular living
to be the lord to hear my prayers are you listening Forgive me for saying I'm trapped in a world that's got a grudge against me living What happened to
(Chorus - 2x) Lord tell me why Ooh child, things are gonna get easier Ooh boy things will get brighter (Z-Ro) After living through drive-by's got a nigga
I got a brother living sick thinkin life is a bitch on lock down and this the type of shit I live with family be needin cash ends barely meetin Lord knows
it's me, K.T., new S-U-S-P-E-C-T Living better and cutting and trying to stack my currencies Stay alive, survive, the lord knows my soul purified And
I dont give a shit I say whats on my mind I dont have time to edit Got to thank the Lord that He's helped me find my feet Oh praise the Lord he give
, but open fire? Life in the pen ain't for me, cause I'd rather die But don't cry through your despair I wonder if the Lord still cares for us niggas
blood (blood) Fight with a grudge The life of a thug nigga, might need gloves But you will never know With a price on your mug And fight strips
is wettin niggaz like it's water I learned my lessons as a thug in these wicked ass hood fights But I'm a baller now, nigga, I live the good life [Chorus
Straight out the motherfucking bay Here we go [2Pac] Lord help me, save me, Mama keep praying For a young motherfucker trying to duck an early grave
Uhh, dear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin major (Lord be my savior, unnh) Chorus: Stretch Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin major Lord be my
From tha Cradle to the Grave, life ain't never been easy Living in the ghetto. From the cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easy Living in the
