Yeah, nigga, yeah
That’s right, baby
This how we do it
Follow me, tell me if you feel me
I think niggas is tryin to 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 theyre petrified bitches
Im tryin to 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
Im trapped in the storm, and fuck the world till Im gone
Bitches be warned — word is bond, youll get torn
Im bustin on Giuliani, he rubbin my niggas wrong
And then its on, before I leave picture me
Im spittin at punk bitches and hustlin to be free
Watch me set it, niggas dont want it, you can get it, bet it
Make these jealous niggas mad, I said it
Its Thug Life, nigga, we dont cater to you hoes
Fuck with me, have a hundred muthafuckas at yo do with fo-fos
Hahahahaha, yeah, nigga
Thug Life
Im hard, Jehovah said Im barred from the pearly gates
Fuck Him, I didnt wanna go to heaven anyway
But my momma got me on my knees with my hands gripped
Talkin bout some Praise the Lord shit
Hail Mary, fuck her, I never knew her
Id probably screw her and dump her body in the sewer
Our Father, my pops stuck up dope spots
Big, black and mean with the fifth by the Gabardine
What you expected from his next of kin?
Im loco, bro, but aint no Mexican
I got nines in the bedroom, Glocks in the kitchen
A shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while Im shittin
The lesson from the Smith & Wesson is depressin
Niggas keep stressin, the same motherfuckin question
How many shots does it take, to make my heart stop
And my body start to shake? Ron G, stop the break
I be that young, pretty fly, smooth, glorious kid
A Bad Boy, just like Notorious B.I.G
A Roc-a-Fella like Shawn Carter
With more game than Ron Harper
The bomb sparker, rapper slash armed robber
While yall be on the corners bummy and high
I be out buyin the finest shit money can buy
You wish you was in a position that Im in
Hot rhymin, diamonds shinin, autograph signin
My lifestyle is far out
Every week, bring a different car out
I go to nightclubs and buy the bar out
Uh, cause I keep cream, Im large on the street scene
Every time I touch mics, you hear all the freaks scream
Yeah, yeah, Big L, Harlems finest, yeah
That nigga who hold it down for Uptown
Hahahaha, this how we do it out here
On this underground real shit, nigga
Its the heat, nigga!
Now rewind this motherfucker, you know you cant help it
Deadly combination, boy!