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