I’m flamin’ gats, aimin’ at, these fuckin’
Maniacs put my name in raps, what part the
Game is that? Like they hustle backwards
I smoke backwoods, and Duchies
You can’t touch me
Try to rush me
Slugs go, touchy-touchy
Ya bleedin’ lovely, wit’chyo, spirit above me
Or beneath me, ya whole life ya live sneaky
Now ya rest eternally, sleepy, ya burn when ya creep me
Rest where the worms and the weak be
My nine flies, baptize, rap guys
With the holy ghost
I put holes in most, you hold ya toast shakey
Slip-n-tryin’ ta break me
Look what’chyou made me do, brains blue
My team in the marine-blue, six-coupe
Skied it out, weeded out, cleanin’ out
The block for distances, givin’ long kisses bitch
Yeah… that’s right
Baby
That’s how we do it
Follow me, tell me if you feel me, I think niggas is tryna kill me
Picturin’ pistols, spittin’ hollow points ’til they drill me
Keepin’ it real, and even if I do conceal
My criminal thoughts, preoccupied with keepin’ steel
See niggas is false, sittin’ in court, turned snitches
That used to be real, but now they’re petrified bitches
I’m tryna be strong, they sendin’ armies out to bomb me
Listen to Ron, the only DJ that can calm me
Constantly armed, my firepower keep me warm
I’m trapped in the storm, and fuck the world ’til I’m gone
Bitches be warned, word is bond you’ll get torn
I’m bustin’ on Guiliani, he rubbin’ my niggas wrong
And then it’s on, before I leave picture me
I’m spittin’ at punk bitches and hustlin’ to be free
Watch me set it, niggas don’t want it, you can get it
Bet it make these jealous niggas mad I said it
This Thug Life, nigga we don’t cater to you hoes
Fuck with me, have a hundred motherfuckers at ya door with .44s
Hahahahaha, yeah nigga
Thug Life
How many shots does it take, to make my heart stop
And my body start to shake.
