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Alright now, here we go

Tell me, how many real motherfuckers feel me?
I smoke a blunt and freak the funk
Until these jealous motherfuckers kill me

I'm out the gutter, pick a hero
I'm 165 and staying high till I die
My competion's zero
'Cause I could give a fuck about you

Better duck or I'll be forced to hit yo ass up
I give a fuck, I'm sick inside my mind
Why you sweatin' me? It's gonna take an army full of
Crooked ass cops to come and get me

Niggaz know I ain't the one to sleep on, I'm under pressure
Gotta sleep with my piece, an extra clip beside my dresser
Word to God I've been ready to die since I was born
I don't want no shit but niggaz trip and yo it's on

Open fire on my adversaries, don't even worry
Better have on a vest aim for the chest and then you buried
It's a man's world, niggaz get played, another stray
Hope I live to see another day

Hey, I'm getting sweated by these undercovers, who can I trust?
Got my mama stressin' thinkin' it's a drug bust
Gotta get paid but all the drama that's attached
We living a drug life, thug life, each day could be my last

Will I blast when it's time to shoot? Don't even ask
That's the consequences when ya livin', fast
Six bricks of tricks for my niggaz, I gotta come up and recoup
You keep the dope just bring me six figures is it a bust?
I hear the sirens, run for cover over the fence and open fire

Alright now, here we go

These motherfuckers on my ass, I'm in traffic, will it be tragic?
I'm comin' 'round the corner like I'm magic
Doin' ninety on the freeway and hittin' switches
In a high speed chase with these punk bitches

Don't turn around I ain't givin' up 'cause they don't worry me
Pussy ass bitches better bury me
Runnin' outta gas time to park it, I'm on foot, we in the hood
How the fuck they gon' catch a crook?

I got away, 'cause I'm clever
Went to my neighbors for a favor
Now you know players stick together
I watch the scene from the rooftop

Spittin' loogies at the coppers
That pursue me, beotch
I be a hustler till it's over, motherfucker
Open fire on you bustas

Alright now, here we go

Don't try to follow me, I'm headed outta state
I gotta pay my fuckin' bills, so I'm transportin' weight
Change my plates, pick up my nigga and now we rollin'
Droppin' keys like they stolen

Tell me who do you fear? I'm outta town
Till the coast is clear, enough dope to last a year
They got me running from the police, nowhere to go
With the lights out, rollin' down a dirt road

But I ain't goin' alive, I'd rather die than be a convict
I'd rather fire on my target
I hit the corner doin' ninety, oh, shit
Them bitches right behind me

They take a shot and hit my fuckin' tires
Now, jump out the car then I open fire, sucka

Thug Life

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