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The question: "Is it real?"
The answer: "The young mothaf**kin' thugs!" n***a!
K-Dogs, Young Hollywood, Big mothaf**kin' Malcolm
Representing on a mothaf**kin' high level
These mothaf**kas just don't understand me
They all family
Won't y'all n***as beat these bustas ass

What's up for '95? Yeah, '95 sound live!
I'm through with crimes, no more runnin' from one-time
Although I know I role I gets for my title
When I was young, that nickel-plated Four-Fifth was my idol
Chrome and stones, bones, and portable phones
Gettin' big hoes while I'm sittin' at home
Is what I scheme of, so now what I dream of
Is a life full of trouble, in fact
Countin' double digit stacks
Lay back for a minute, 500 SEL, yeah, I could see myself in it!
Murder for money, you ever heard of a dummy
With Glocks between his tummy, low down dirty and crummy
Talking 'bout that Thug Life be the only life I know
Talking 'bout that drug life without this rap sh*t
Probably be the only route I go
And matter of fact I know I'll strive through this fo' sho'
Live that Thug Life

Thug life, it's the only life for me  (A n***a live a)
Thug life, forever hustling in the streets (I forever live a)
Thug life, when no one else was there for me (I gotta live a)
Thug life, the G's became my family

Thug life, ever since we was from day one
Licking shot, gettin' back and duck from striation
never my thought, I guess it's my fault
I told the support that n***a with his f**kin' coat of OLE
Drinkin' slowly, breath stinking tripped the police
So nothing that I'ma make snaps with the homies
And all y'all know where they whack for a young n***a sho' don't like tryna survive through the strife
[?], you f**kin right
I go loonies for my luchi whenever poor, see
I was grazed in the stray, so forever thuggin' is how I stay
Collecting pay and duckin' strays
I'm just a young thug rather see 20 and plenty more
I ain't ready for
So it's only right for me to earn my f**kin' stripe
Every day I fight, I fight
Livin' that

Thug life, it's the only life for me  (n***a gotta live a)
Thug life, forever hustling in the streets (I forever live a)
Thug life, when no one else was there for me (Now I gots to live a)
Thug life, the G's became my family
(K)

Well, some wonder with a real n***as
Run a few cents make me represent harder
No dough I can't bother Cuz
Don't nothing move but the papers
Where n***as catch vapors
More, more n***as doing capers for them
It all means that black Benz on rims and diamond rings
Make me think thoughts of all sorts in a [?]
Puffin' on 'port for the pressure while the
Shells [?], thugs ball to the full
Get on the trick pool, punks are livin' wonderful
'Bonic, makin' play in a day
Blasting way and I pray that a n***a lay in peace
'Cause I'ma [?] in the breeze with the reals
Get the slaps [?] I guess I gotta peel thriller
And my n***as never show me nothin' right
Now I'm hyped on this motherf**kin' thug life

Thug life, it's the only life for me  (I gotta live a)
Thug life, forever hustling in the streets (I wanna f**kin' live a)
Thug life, when no one else was there for me (all the bad was a)
Thug life, the G's became my family
Thug life, it's the only life for me  (That's why a n***a live a)
Thug life, forever hustling in the streets (I'm holding back)
Thug life, when no one else was there for me (I live a)
Thug life, the G's became my family

Who do young n***a got out of here these mothaf**kin' decks
Preachers them mothaf**kas is as crooked as the motherf**kin' n***as on the street
Cops motherf**kas takin' bribes, endin' lives
n***as don't give a f**k about me
n***a wanna G, I be lost in the motha f**kin Sauce
Now I'm a G, I'm boss
Starin' at this mothaf**kin thug life
Keep a n***a real, keep me on toes, Lord knows
I don't know what tomorrow bring
I do know one thing
Ain't nothing gon' change 'bout this game
f**k the fame, all I want is the riches
Side-steppin' the b*t*hes
And snitches they lay in ditches, dead, two the head
Instead of me goin' to the penitentiary
n***a I've been doing this sh*t since the elementary
Figure me fallin', I'm continuously ballin'
Never die, always high, thug life, baby
Have you seen me lately?
These young mothaf**kin thugs
K-Dogs, Young Hollywood, Big Malcolm, mothaf**kin' Mutah
The n***as ain't to be f**ked with, they ain't fi-finna be played with (Never that!)
They finna slay half these mothaf**kas in the biz
What is this
Mothf**kas think they can get it, sh*t
Y'all n***as is tweakin'
Y'all can't fade these n***as (Never)
These the craziest mothaf**kin' n***as in your eighties braggin'
And I can have you mothaf**kas out the box
Right out n***as out there screamin' about b*t*hes
And sh*t all of that (Y'all n***as can't fade me)
Bullsh*t, we ain't gon' name no names
'Cause if you really want beef, we bring it to you punk mothaf**kas
But half y'all n***as is out there rappin' like other n***as
These mothaf**ks is rappin' like thug n***as
Young mothaf**kin' thugs, they keep it real
And I put that on my mothaf**kin' momma
And everybody momma out there
How about that? You little suckas
Y'all can't fade this, whole crooked ass sh*t
And after this, there's gon' be another hit
After that won't know, 'cause Mo Zino Bee playin'
He don't be playin' either
When he bringing me that mothaf**kin' heater
On every single block, on every single street
There's a thug n***a
When you see the police n***a
Put up the middle finger, 'cause ain't no love n***a
That's how we do it in the ghetto
Thought you knew n***a ahahaha
These n***as don't know
Young thugs baby! (Tell 'em, n***as know)
Ayy if n***as got gats, put one in the chamber n***a
That's how we do it
Stay strapped, stay ready
Ayy but throw your mothaf**kin' hands up
If there's a— the fistfight n***a, and handle it like a mothaf**kin' thug
Don't be no busta be running for the trunk like a sucka
That's not how we do things around here on thug block
On thug block, n***a we throw it from the shoulders (All day!)
And we always drop boulders 'cause we soldiers, that's how we do it (That's right, that's right n***a)
And if you a sucka you gon' be a quick runnin' for the gun ass n***a
'Cause you need that trigger to feel big, but you know?
I'ma pull your whole card
Young thugs, thug life, believe that!
95 money makin'
Thug life
Biatch!

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