Thug For Life

[Intro/Hook]

I'm thug for life, ain't no changin me

I'm thug for life, ain't no changin me

I pop off guns and live dangerously

I'm lot more nigga than you aimin to be

My Range bling, platty chain hang to the knee

I'm thug for life, ain't no changin me

[Verse One]

Aiyyo, who got the drop, my gun been cocked

Spits from four-fives to flintlocks, pinky finger with the pimp rock

Hustle on dim blocks and sip Henn-rock

Draw quick, got a second hand like Big Ben clock (ya heard?)

Reach for that heat, put your wig in the wind pop

Fill your belly with ten shots; if I get hit

And you see blood then flood the bullet wound with gin shots

Put beef in a Slim Jim box

Bitch you wanna pinch and win slot

Clap lead until your big friend drop

Niggas'll front until I send chin shots

Beat the rock until they send cops (or what?)

'Til one of us'll get carried out on the thin cot

Emergency room skin chopped by ten docs

Got it locked like a bid in the state pen box

When I dares peers hangin to where my shin stop; before I struck rich

Fucked bitches and killed 'em with a ten inch cock (f'real)

Bitch nigga stuck him with a ten inch ox (y'know?)

Bread bloods and stiff vodka, deep in this game

Know the feds want the clique locked up

We love brain so we headhunt like witchdoctors

My lil' momma let lead dump from big poppa

Even the Jake surrounded the spread with pig choppers

That taste preposterous; tear gas, tanks of oxygen

Like we in banks with hostages (what we want?)

All we want is minks and ostriches (what?)

Diamond cuff links and proper shit

Snitches left stinkin in carpet stiff

Or get they carcasses turned to link sausages (f'real)

Ain't nuttin sweet, we known for bangin cartridges

We got the heart for this

No matter how light or dark it is (ya heard?)

(No matter how light or dark it is, f'real)

Thug for life (what?) Rep by strips (killers)

Let loose clips (dealers) Stack mad chips (you know we)

Bag bad chicks (my niggas) Push fly whips (all of the)

Hoes blow dick (nigga) G flows sick (what?)

[Hook]

[Verse Two]

My whole life about chrome rims and stone gems (what?)

Big boned skins, Capone brims, dick blown in my own Benz

Quick to Scarface thugs who raise up blown brims

Dolla trickin never politickin with grown mens

Ideas of settin me up for loot I won't bend

Just make that light bulb at the top of your dome dim (uh-huh)

Who rap-happy nigga keep the lyrics and poems grim

Get found at the bottom of the river with stone Timbs (word)

Babyface, swimmin flash stomach and toned limbs

Wake up every mornin work out in the home gym

Reppin this rap game until my zone ends (uh-huh)

'Til mixin boards melt down, the microphone bend (yea)

I spit about street shit but never condone sin

Kept it thug for life baby followed my own trend

[Hook]

Kid!! Word.. thug shit

Queens shit for life nigga