These niggas ain't thugs, the thugs is the government Don't matter if you independent, democrat or Niggas politickin the street, get into blastin, now a new cat is executive chief With a, for heat you get, blast in yo' seat Die before you crash in yo' Jeep, passion in your sleep Like an old man, you ain't a fool you got a plan To conquer territories Europeans who stole land The future of your fam' hang in the balance You the king, and block is the palace Y'all is the parliament, untouchable, spot unrushable Keep your weight wet, in collect to save a buck or two Get mad, who the are you? What you gonna do? Exactly I thought, NOTHIN, in the sport of frontin You the undisputed champion, I'm in a class you be in My words is flesh Jesus, the aquarian
just a chapter of the night, in the ghetto afterlife Where you just or heard about or gonna have to fight Where they sacrifice the and niggas see flashes of light When you trapped up in the heights but clappers aimin at the
Yeah, dudes gettin money is still Chicks gettin money is still livin the whole thuggish stilleto Your team let the metal burst before you an L You raised in hell, let the dust first Then you ask the question, the life of the innocent Shit huh, a man's respected by his actions the karma of the street, you try to meet the karma While the karma sleep, yo it's deep, but the karma be beat You don't know your enemy, so you with yourself Relate to rap niggas they writin what you felt You got top shelf you gettin seasoned like a veteran We suck the venom out the bite, without the medicine We benefit from niggas in tenements, for benjamins So bad that they know own coffin measurements eloquence, in the moment of truth, don't be hesistant Or victim to the element, word is bond
Just another chapter of the night, in the afterlife Where you just seen or heard about or gonna have to Where they sacrifice the life and niggas see of light When you trapped up in the but clappers aimin at the wife
Niggas get up in the struggle End up in in trouble, sportin a bubble Ford azure bubble, smuggle, forcin a rumble Hit the with a portion to double and get tossed in the huddle Police with one piece of the puzzle It's a hustle, peep the street life, they muscle And the make your knees buckle Tussle with heat until your stand in a pee puddle Cheese but all the speedy niggas bleed puddles the headlines; some try to escape the fed time Phone on direct lines - tec-9's with the red shine climbin through the bedroom blinds Tryin to you to your deadline, it's slippery when wet signs Red time, wipe the sweat around your neck One shot out your red wine, rock shots to deafen your prime Pieces of hot left in your mind One slug to the left of spine Forever late to on the shrine