Rule one, niggaz die, daily Hear me, boo-yaow, ready 4 whatever, yeah What type nigga be a Thug nigga? Them Thug Life be the craziest, run up nigga
There's no way to in the city it's a shame Niggaz die from my hollow-point bullet to the Will I survive or will I die is what I on blunts and gettin' drunk to keep from goin' under
Gettin' lost in the madness, blunted gettin' 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
die from automatic gunfire Your time to expire, cry every man gotta die When they me, they bury me a G Rest in peace, to all the homies got to Heaven me
Pour liquor on the curb for the niggaz that's caught Had a motherfuckin' ward but he didn't go to God damn, and one day we'll all be Until then I'm ready 4 whatever,
Yeah, niggaz movin' somethin' in the all about makin' money, gettin' yours And knockin' coppers off the motherfuckin' Word to the motherfuckin' nigga We gonna make motherfucker ours If they don't feel me, gon' kill me So Syke, get skanless
Am I to Hell or will I reach Heaven? After all 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 fuck it, me I'm doin' it I need to change and look for a way I got a hundred clip to my AK
Commitin' sins I might die in So it, we'll live off the street fame God didn't send me in the right I'm gettin' hit by a in the intersection
I know you're out there a young brother then I'ma smoke motherfuckers Things be so bad If we got the things that we never had, I'm ready 4
That's my nigga there Big ass Syke nigga, you schooled them young bustas On how it is to be a motherfuckin' G In the nine-trey motherfuckers is dyin' daily so you be packin' If you ain't, motherfucker
Dear mama I know you 'cause I'm hardly at home Every other night in jail, got you by the phone Wanna shake it 'cause I can't it got me livin' in Hell Like I'm walkin' with a secret that'll kill me if I
I the Thug Life and can't nobody, change me Not to the brain, going insane, just a part of the So much caine in the lane, finally a dry eye I die, bury me with my fo'-five
And let the devil feel the wrath of a Goin' to with my finger on the trigger Now everybody's Got a nigga losin' hair and wonder if I'm all there
Well, don't blame me, blame the that flickers When niggaz richer, mo' money Now tell me if you wanna live Niggaz dyin' so be 4 whatever
Yeah, ready 4 4 whatever Thug Life niggaz and we be ready 4 Let me go like this, 4 whatever Huh, Big Syke he be ready 4 My Kato, ready 4 whatever Pain, he's ready 4
And my Bam Bam, he ready 4 whatever My nigga Banks be ready 4 whatever Modu, he's 4 whatever Big Serg, we ready 4 Charlie Tango, ready 4 My Pac, be ready 4 whatever Yeah, ready 4 4 whatever
My big-ballin' ass Boom, ready 4 whatever fo' sho' Yeah, you how the player's do it I know you there confused You wonderin', what type of is a Thug Life nigga? Yeah nigga, we be the ballin' player-ass nigga About gettin' riches, bitches and plenty Ready 4