it (??) like im supposed too Scareface, smith and eights, in my life after Bone crushers on my hip, cause shit get thick Im two shells from hell, u can tell im made for this life
The ghettos of america are breeding grounds For the criminal minded As for years they have killed one another of And america has enjoyed it's creation
Call my celly up and tell me (Yo, yo, you dirty) I'm unhealthy American lowlife {*girl singing*} - Your dirty, crusty, ass, lowlife Lowlife, lowlife American
on wait Tey get beat like hussein by tis gangbang track Young hustler, geyda pusher, leg crusher Nigga make way for this Neighborhood quickster Raised in a system, gang affiliated America
big guns Just to break Buddy Roe out the pin And then it's thug life again nigga, thug life nigga, huh Thug life, nigga fuck, nigga's die in thug life
snake Cause real OG's don't even take pleas [Chorus 2x] [Verse 2] See when I pray I pray for everybody I pray that God bless America That way these
break Buddy Roe out the pin And then it's thug life again nigga, thug life nigga, huh [Trick Daddy talking:] Thug life nigga fuck nigga's die in thug life
it on my stick {Back it up, back it up} Now put it on my stick {Back it up, back it up} Now Columbus discovered America (yeah) And look, and I just
Your world has ended and life for us So has the global marching economy When life as when your own existence Is only the wave of your lies When your
When I think back on this life I guess we were doing the best we could And to look at us from the outside Sure it seemed somewhat romantic When you've
wait, ain't gonna be no fighting No pushing, no cussing, nope not at the gate 'Cause everybody gonna meet there And niggaz you ain't even like in your first life
the will of the righteous Twenty-five to lifers, true and livin' snipers You wait like "Sixth Sense" 'til hard to kill How you livin' Street Life? I
tan" My sleepy siesta down south of the border Is taking more time than I planned Oh Juanita somebody betrayed me They've given me ten years to life
saw two men runnin' out, they looked like middle-weights Jumped into a white car without of state plates" And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head Cop said, "Wait
tickin', I just count the hours (Yeah) Stop trippin', I'm trippin' off the power (No one man should have all that power) [Jay-Z] Rumble, young man, rumble Life
you go) Where ever I go (In the moonlight, in the night life) You lead me to a certain fate (Where ever you go) Tell me now, don't wait, hesitate (In
answers, I got no solutions. (I don't know) I got potions, bruises, contusions Scrapes and cuts, the puss that I'm using. American Idol fuck Clay and Ruben. American
these machines And we can't get nothin' done, we controlled by kings and queens The unseen son, the one in the attic Hope the dream don't come true America