Rule one, niggaz die, daily Hear me, boo-yaow, 4 whatever, Hell yeah What nigga be a Thug Life nigga? Them Thug niggaz be the craziest, run up nigga
There's no way to survive in the 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, gettin' tipsy Got my pistol out the window screamin', "Lord and get me" Am I sick, or am I just another Unloadin' my clip, I'm watchin' bullet spit when I kick 'em
Niggaz die from automatic Your time to expire, cry every man gotta die When bury me, they bury me a G in peace, to all the homies got to Heaven before me
Pour some liquor on the for the niggaz that's caught Had a motherfuckin' ward but he 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 makin' money, gettin' And knockin' coppers off the planet Word to the motherfuckin' nigga We gonna make this ours If they don't feel me, gon' kill me So Syke, get nigga
Am I going to or will I reach Heaven? After all this shit I did my Mac-11 Did I my soul? Mama woulda saved me That's the way that daddy me
Oh God, help me I'm it So fuck it, me I'm doin' it I to change and look for a better way I got a hundred clip to my AK
sins I might die in vain So fuck it, we'll live off the fame God didn't me in the right direction I'm hit by a diesel in the intersection
I know you're out there help a brother 'Til I'ma smoke motherfuckers Things be so bad If we got the things that we never had, I'm 4 whatever
my motherfuckin' nigga there Big ass Syke nigga, you schooled them young bustas On how it is to be a real G In the nine-trey motherfuckers is dyin' so you best be packin' If you ain't, motherfucker
Dear mama I know you 'cause I'm hardly at home Every night in jail, got you patient by the phone Wanna shake it I can't take it got me livin' in Hell Like I'm walkin' with a secret that'll kill me if I
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 that When gettin' richer, mo' money Now tell me if you wanna forever dyin' so be ready 4 whatever
Yeah, ready 4 4 whatever Thug Life niggaz and we be ready 4 Let me go like this, ready 4 Huh, Big Syke he be 4 whatever My Kato, ready 4 whatever Pain, he's ready 4
And my nigga Bam Bam, he 4 whatever My Banks just be ready 4 whatever Modu, he's ready 4 Big Serg, we 4 whatever Charlie Tango, 4 whatever My nigga Pac, be ready 4 Yeah, 4 whatever Ready 4
My big-ballin' ass nigga Boom, ready 4 fo' sho' Yeah, you This how the do it I know you standin' confused You wonderin', what type of nigga is a Thug Life Yeah hehehe nigga, we be the ballin' nigga About riches, bitches and plenty loc' Ready 4