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Featuring(s) : The Notorious B.I.G.,Pop Smoke,DMX,Eazy-E,Dr. Dre,MC Ren,Method Man,Nas,Nipsey Hussle & Snoop Dogg

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The feds is watchin', n***as plottin' to get me
Will I survive? Will I die? Come on, let's picture the possibility
Givin' me charges, lawyers makin' a grip
I told the judge I was raised wrong and that's why I blaze sh*t
Was hyper as a kid, cold as a teenager
On my mobile, callin' big shots on the scene major
Packin' hundreds in my drawers, f**k the law
B*t*hes, I f**k with a pa**ion, I'm livin' rough and raw
Catchin' cases at a fast rate, ballin' in the fast lane
Hustle 'til the mornin', never stopped until the cash came
Live my life as a thug n***a until the day I die
Livе my life as a boss player, 'cause еven gettin' high
These n***as got me tossin' sh*t
I put the top down, now it's time to floss my sh*t
Keep your head up, n***a, make these motherf**kers suffer
The game sharper than a motherf**kin' razor blade
Say money bring b*t*hes, b*t*hes bring lies
One n***a's gettin' jealous and motherf**kers died
Depend on me like the first and fifteenth
They might hold me for a second, but these punks won't get me
We got foe n***as and low riders in ski masks
Screamin', "Thug Life" every time they pa**, all eyes on me
Live the life of a thug n***a until the day I die
Live the life of a boss player (All eyes on me)
I let the n***as know it's on for life Don't let the West Side ride tonight (All eyes on me)
Live the life of a thug n***a until the day I die
Live the life of a boss player 'cause even gettin' high
I start this gangsta sh*t
And it's the motherf**king thanks I get (hello)
I let the n***as know it's on for life
Don' t let the West Side ride tonight

Relax and take notes while I take tokes of the marijuana smoke
Throw you in a choke—gunsmoke, gunsmoke
Biggie Smalls for mayor, the rap slayer
The hooker layer, motherf**ker, say your prayers!
"Hail Mary, full of grace..." Smack the b*t*h in the face
Take her Gucci bag and the North Face off her back
Jab her if she act funny with the money
Oh, you got me mistaken, honey
I don't wanna rape ya, I just want the paper
The Visa, capisce-ah? I'm out like The Vapors
Who's the one you call Mr. Macho?
The head honcho, swift fists like Cu-macho
I got so much styles I should be down with the Stylistics
"Make up to break up," n***as need to wake up
Smell the Indonesia, beat you to a seizure
Then f**k your moms, hit the skins to amnesia
She don't remember sh*t, just the two hits
Her hittin' the floor and me hittin' the clit
Sucking on the t**s, had the hooker beggin' for the d**k
And your moms ain't ugly, love, my d**k got rock quick
I guess I was a combination of House of Pain and Bobby Brown
I was Humpin' Around and Jumpin' Around
Jacked her, then, I asked her, "Who's her man?" She said, "B-I-G,"
Then I bust in her E-Y-E (Yo Big, you're dead wrong)
Live the life of a thug n***a until the day I die
Live the life of a boss player (All eyes on me)
I let the n***as know it's on for life Don't let the West Side ride tonight (All eyes on me)
Live the life of a thug n***a until the day I die
Live the life of a boss player 'cause even gettin' high
I start this gangsta sh*t
And it's the motherf**king thanks I get (hello)
I let the n***as know it's on for life Don' t let the West Side ride

I might just hit it raw, hold on, that's not my element
I like dark skins, love her melanin
Huh, Christian Louboutin what I'm steppin' in
Thirty bottles of Azul, tell 'em send 'em in
I had the Lambo, switch to the 'Rari
I'm a gangster, but I like to party
Pop a Perky, go retarded
I'm a Brooklyn n***a, I'm cold-hearted
That's why I like the bad gyal (Woah), like RiRi (Wait)
Every time she see me, she wanna eat me (Hold on)
I saw like Justin Bieber, please believe me
I said, "Wow, I'm on the TV"
I can't f**k with broke b*t*hes, they be creepy
She be actin' up, she always tryna leave me
But she a bad gyal and she freaky
I have her hangin' off the rod like she MiMi
I never hit a b*t*h more than once 'cause they be leeches
But her pu**y good, it taste like peaches
But she can have it, I don't need it
I'd rather have my money green like kiwi
I don't talk to n***as 'cause they be cappin'
Disrespect me and see what happen
I don't make a call for war, I start snappin'
Grr, them bullets blastin'
Everyday sh*t, around the way sh*t got me stressed (what)
So I keep on the vest in case a n***a wanna test (uh)
I got no time for games 'cause I'm all grown up
You wanna joke n***a? Laugh when you get blown up (come on)
See how funny it is when your kids ain't got no father
Cause you played it sweet now you floating in the harbor (for real)
Sh*t is hectic so respect it for your health (what)
Didn't think it was right, you should've checked it yourself (come on)
Life is too short to get caught up in some dumb sh*t
Wake up one day, 40 years old on some bum sh*t
Time flew by, you was too fly to see the light
Everyday it's getting darker then comes the night
Now what? (what) Realize that you ain't got sh*t (uh)
Not long ago you was the man on some hot sh*t
So just peep the flow yo, 'cause you already in this
Make sure your sh*t is right kid and handle your business

I let the n***as know it's on for life Don't let the West Side ride tonight
Look at these n***as with att**udes, hello
Look at these n***as with att**udes Look at these n***as with att**udes, hello
And it's the motherf**king thanks I get (hello)
I let the n***as know it's on for life Don't let the West Side ride tonight

Aw sh*t, let's take a trip
Just sit back and light a spliff to this and don't slip
On a funky-a** track, jump back
Strapped with a gat and a sack in a 7-8 'Lac
Come clean, gangsta lean, I got green
Bud, I serve dubs like it ain't no thing
I hang with O.G. n***as, don't set trip
Or you might get a slug in your f**kin' back
I don't slack when it come to street
I kick real G sh*t to a gangsta beat
It's so sweet, when you got money to spend
I got a cool-a** tilt and a fly-a** Benz
I make ends, spend my dough on no ho
That's how it is and that's how it goes
Act like you know when I creep real slow
Givin' love to them n***as that I know is real G's

The motherf**kin' world is a ghetto
Full of magazines, full clips, and heavy metal
When the smoke settle..
I'm just lookin for a big yellow;
In six inch stilettos
Dr. Dre, Hello, perculatin keep em waitin
While you sittin here hatin', yo' b*t*h is hyperventilatin'
Hopin that we penetratin', you gets naythin'
Cause I never been to Satan, for hardcore administratin'
Gangbang affiliatin'; MC Ren'll have you
Wildin off a zone and a whole half a gallon
(Get to dialing) 9 1 1 emergency
(And you can tell em) It's my son he's hurtin' me
(And he's a felon) On parole for robbery
Ain't no coppin' a plea, ain't no stoppin' a G
I'm in the 6 you got to hop in the 3, company monopoly
You handle sh*t sloppily I drop a ki properly
They call me the Don Dada
Pop a collar, drop a dollar if you hear me you can holla
Even rottweilers, follow, the Impala
Wanna talk about this concrete? N***a I'm a scholar
The incredible, hetero-sexual, credible
Beg a ho, let it go, d**k ain't edible
N***a ain't federal, I plan sh*t
While you hand picked motherf**kers givin up transcripts

I let the n***as know it's on for life Don't let the West Side ride tonight (All eyes on me)
Live the life of a thug n***a until the day I die
Live the life of a boss player 'cause even gettin' high
I start this gangsta sh*t
And it's the motherf**king thanks I get (hello)
I let the n***as know it's on for life Don't let the West Side ride tonight
Look at these n***as with att**udes (hello)

Did I fall off?, Got you in your room
Rippin every "Chronic" poster on your wall off
Just cause I put away the sawed off
Now I got you sittin back with a smirk;
Listening with your arms crossed
Questioning Dre's credibility (What?)
Wondering if it's still in me to produce hits;
Y'all be killin me
As if I need to make mo' I got a mansion
And six cars that are paid fo' suck my d**k! (Hello)
We came a long way from not givin a f**k
Sellin tapes out of a trunk to movin this far up
Now we got the whole world starstruck
Made a million plus and still don't give a motherf**k
Motherf**ker I'm Dre - I don't need your respect
I don't need to make another album b*t*h I don't gotta do sh*t
I do it because I want to not to stay in the game
F**k the fame, I'm still stayin the same, lil' b*t*h! (Hello)

I start this gangsta sh*t
And it's the motherf**king thanks I get (hello)
I start this gangsta sh*t
And it's the motherf**king thanks I get (hello)
Look at these n***as with att**udes Look at these n***as with att**udes (hello)
I let the n***as know it's on for life Don't let the West Side ride tonight

Villain blows up yo' spot
Take yo' notebook yo' b*t*h and yo' Glock
This motherf**ker thought the coochie had a padlock
You slapped her a** that's alarmin
Cause she want my Worm like Carmen
We chin check n***as, them thin check n***as
Run trains on gold diggers beware these fo' n***as
Scarin motherf**kers like Stephen King flicks
Makin' n***as clear the room like a dyke fleein' d**k
Makin 2nd II None sh*t, n***a like Quik
So when I bomb first n***a who you rollin with?
F**k that ice on your wrist, f**k yo' fine a** b*t*h
Cause you could lose it in a tussle n***a watch me hustle
Watch n***as kiss my a** without flexin a muscle
B*t*hes - all in the back they knees waitin to buckle
Same time same channel don't change the dial
N***az4Life, f**kin your wife, these n***as wild (Hello)

I let the n***as know it's on for life Don't let the West Side ride tonight
Look at these n***as with att**udes (hello)
Look at these n***as with att**udes Look at these n***as with att**udes (hello)
I start this gangsta sh*t
And it's the motherf**king thanks I get (hello)
I let the n***as know it's on for life Don't let the West Side ride tonight
Look at these n***as with att**udes

Ayo, Im so humble but on a bumble
I speak for the jungle, 2 else for and a mumble
Sunny, Ill sell you a bunny and take it from you
Won you
These rappers are sugar bordering dumb-juice
Yall make just come through like a five star
Chillin but I could finish you, in five hours
Working like baby Jesus I get them lined up
Thatll leave them holy just matrimony like my god
Staten Island and Cony Island that's two squads
Something like this could cook crack that too hard
Meth, Im too fresh I smell like a new car The Woo Tang my favorite member is U-God

Make history before you go
F**k the misery, you living po' we gettin dough
Except the dollars other reasons why I'm living yo (why?)
Time is valuable
Low and behold the young, black, and powerful
Got to eat yo, everyday my daughter feet grow
You wack and cheap with the doe, my heat could blow
Paying doctors when I'm born, a preacher if I'm buried
That's why cash is needed for my kids to inherit
Gotta pay just for living, tax life is a bid'ness
If you catch a bad deal, watch your life diminish
Deals made by God and the Devil, and we in it
Pawns in the game, can't complain or say sh*t
Just strap up and hold on, hope for the best
Prepare for the worst, no fears no nothing on earth
No tears if I'm dumped in a hearse, I won't be the first
Nor the last, n***a, let's get this cash, n***a

I let the n***as know it's on for life Don't let the West Side ride tonight
Look at these n***as with att**udes (Hello) (All eyes on me)
Live the life of a thug n***a until the day I die
Live the life of a boss player 'cause even gettin' high
I start this gangsta sh*t
And it's the motherf**king thanks I get (hello)
I let the n***as know it's on for life Don't let the West Side ride tonight Wheres the money on the beat

Where yo money at?
We gon’ smoke a hundred sacks
Shootin’ up your block
Switch cars, then we double back
You a funny cat
You ain’t made a hundred racks
You ain’t nothin’ like Nip Hussle
That’s a f**kin’ fact
Puttin' on for my city, got 100 stats
I’m the realest n***a in it, can’t front on that
A lot of fake n***as hate me cause they wanna rap
But if they dumb enough to say it, I’ma f**kin snap
Big guns, big guns, I got big guns
AR’s, AK’s, n***a, pick one
This young n***a on that sh*t, you should get on
And I promise she get f**ked if yo' b*t*h come
Know some Inglewood n***as showed a Crip love
He was like, "That n***a Nip kinda sick, Blood"
Know them East Side n***as bang my sh*t tough, it's all of love
Even to my homeboys that switched up
Funny thing is they swore when I get rich
I would turn my back on 'em, but I’m still up in the mix, huh
God damn, ain't that some sh*t?
Can a young pull up in a six gettin' his d**k sucked?
Where yo money at?
We gon’ smoke a hundred sacks
Shootin’ up your block
Switch cars, then we double back
You a funny cat
You ain’t made a hundred racks
You ain’t nothin’ like Nip Hussle
That’s a f**kin’ fact

For God so loved the world he gave us a good Crip
The late, great Neighborhood Nip
Dippin' in this L.A. bullsh*t
'Bout as solid of youngsta as a n***a could get (Yup)
Wasn't nothin' like these thug phonies
Was always showin' love and big respect for all the Blood homies (What up)
You understood the values in the youth
Man, I swear to God, nephew, you was the truth
Damn, how could this n***a do this?
It's 'cause every neighborhood Jesus got a neighborhood Judas
Who hate to see your team ridin' rich
You see that envy and that pride, that's that green-eyed b*t*h
Worse than a woman scorned (Damn)
It had been better for that man if he had never been born
But Mary, don't you mourn, Martha, don't you weep
You see, your son still affected us deep
Give us the faith to take that leap

I let the n***as know it's on for life Don't let the West Side ride tonight (Look at these n***as with att**ude) (All eyes on me)
Live the life of a thug n***a until the day I die
Live the life of a boss player cause even gettin' high (All eyes on me)
I start this gangsta sh*t
And it's the motherf**king thanks I get (hello)
I let the n***as know it's on for life Don't let the West Side ride tonight
All eyes on me

Pay attention, my n***as! See how that sh*t go?
N***a walk up in this motherf**ker and it be like, "Bing!"
Cops, b*t*hes, every-motherf**kin'-body
(Live my life as a thug n***a until the day I die)
(Live my life as a boss playa, 'cause even gettin' high)
I got bustas, hoes, and police watchin' a n***a, you know?
(I live my life as a thug n***a until the day I die)
(Livin' life as a boss playa, 'cause even gettin' high) (All eyes on me)
He he he, it's like what they think
I'm walkin' around with some ki's in my pocket or somethin' (All eyes on me)
They think I'm goin' back to jail, they really on that dope
All eyes on me

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