my life for this ice and these cars And I only spent 30 days behind bars I ain't never had a job but my rent got paid I handled any beef that they sent my
don't let them see you cry, dry your eyes Young nigga time to do or die. I keep a pistol in my pocket, Ready on my block. Ain't no time for a nigga to
] You tell me my world is in peace, but nigga your lying Cause half of my niggas, long gone, buried in the dirt just for trying Sometimes I think my
, my fuckin lil' homies My lil' homies.. Everybody duckin, my fuckin lil' homies [2Pac] Just pay attention Here's a story bout my lil' homies, straight
the rest die Victims of my lethal chrome cannon, Westside Though it's worldwide no one can deny my views Tracked it to my very fabric once the plastic blew Five shots changed my whole life
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 to all
from making niggas duck from Glocks all the time my mind's full of thoughts of ends I'm still rolling my bucket but I bought me a Benz (tadow) My fake
my girl, she gettin paid today, ha hah ha I live Thug Life and let the money come to me Cause they can never take the game from a young G I'm gettin
"Nobody's, closing me out of my business" (repeat 2X) [2Pac] My definition of a thug nigga "Nobody's, closing me out of my business" Verse One: 2Pac
man - grow on trees Criminal ties for centuries, a legend in my own rhymes So niggaz whisper when they mention Machiavelli was my tutor Donald Goines, my
Drivin' like I'm in a Hooptee car full of ballin' caps keep yo hand on the strap and take all the craps Niggas know my steel-lo all legit but I'm drapped
neither. It's just me by my lonely so I married my nina. I keeps her wherever I go, I love my ho. Never leave home with out my sugar. I'm hafta plug
bottom, they ban my album, point the finga I guess nobody loves a real nigga-slash-rap singer I thought I'd bring a little truth to the young troops
boy Get your steel cuz I feel like a headbanger Yah, I got a gang of shits, styles guns my uzzie wieghts a mutha-fuckin' ton bucking down one, bucking down two, bucking
thug life,.. motherfucking,.. motherfucking see, what does he like?... You know You turning an individual suffer with the jail... inhale making you forget the money Money it seems young
family tree my momma's on tha shit, my dadies splitten, mom's steady blaming me is it my fault, just cause i'm a young black male cop sweat me as if my