m a thug I was raised in jail Now I'm out on bail Out on Bail (You know what fuckin' time it is) ThugLife will never fail (I'm out on bail) Thuglife
say you "Die Hard" just like that famous actor But couldn't do it if you overdosed on Viagra You're no factor, you work for free and fail While I'm paid
I'm dumbing now for these rounds I'm a live mothefucker plus I'm gunning for clowns You're mine motherfucker, don't be coming for pounds So you can break
the smartest of cats But no longer a terror to mice or to rats For he isn't the cat that he was in his prime Though his name was quite famous, he says
freaking girl ?Blood stones? I pop, let 'em fizz out on top On my lizard tounge like a donk with the zert I hung to the like break of dawn Six-packs for
And respect of all our famous friends. Drift too far and it is inaccessible. Do it right! We worked as hard as you. And we didn't come this far For you
to this So stay and spin and fail and fail Who'll ever win? Gee, you're just so ephemeral Go back for new For new in vain, it failed Singing on the famous
homie kick it in the auto shop with us Long as he can make store runs and keep his mouth shut Same way I came up All my triple o's was hood famous Nice
my trail i cut and me fail A druggy on bail nutty as well Which such like buddy revel Dead or in jail Still headin for hell The ghetto rebels the
he piss he put out the fires in hell Plus rock well, honies wanna Fuck You For Free like Akinele So cocktales through niggas window if my glock fail
'd all become astronauts, And firemen, Let's not pretend, we all become famous, Let's not pretend, there's more to this then we hoped for, For we knew
hard to find a woman when you talented and black When you hollerin' at labels and they silencin' you back Cause you fail to thoroughly discuss some violence in ya track well Gunshot for
when you're talented and black When you hollerin at labels And they silencing you back Cuz you fail to thoroughly discuss a violence on ya track Well, gunshots for
Playin' out my role I was given since birth, receptin' it well Go hard at them critics, they expect me to fail Work hard for my fans, they expect me
cats know we always play to win G-A-N-G, to the Starr's, son Haters, took this shit too far, son So thats all for you, I'm whiping out your whole team
plate again, y'all cats know we always play to win G-A-N-G to the Starr son Haters took this shit too far son So that's all for you, I'm whiping out
that I'll be famous one day When you see me now I hope I make you proud So I'll spread these wings and try to fly And if I fail at least you know I tried
, my Lord Tech to my face, flinching is forbiddin Murder in self-defense, can you blame me for living? Keep the real alive, the fake get famous with death
