they never did phase Bone, My deadly thugsta brothers ruggish never did take no losses, Put 'em all in a coffin ya dearly departed, better off then [Wish Bone
pimp-slapped And you ask me just how I feel Short Dog's living way too real I'm living way too real, bitch Short Dog in the house Can't help but live real
s let's go let em' know That I put up the footage that I'm taking your shine Wanna see the real change? Look in your mind Your brain look like Hemingway, brother
the neck, bide you like a tech Wreck fools when I disconnect, make you sweat Shit your pants, get in yuor step on my advance Catch a glance of the legendary brother
survive for me, is like chasin the wind You know you ain't never gon' catch it so why bother lettin yo' knees bend I try to stay around some realness, brothers
night In the end we all die I hope when I go they send me up high (Mad Child) I like to live life without my girl Life's fucked so I hide from the
about the cash We got females that got it like that The golden child's that bone the crowd See niggas in the place that bit my style Well I'm a singer, dancer, we bulletproof brothers
cash We got females that got it like that The golden childs that bone the crowd See niggas in the place that bit my style Well I'm a singer, dancer, we bulletproof brothers
vanished And the creation of Hell I stood with my brothers and watched Lucifer fall But now my brothers are not brothers And we have come here where we
you deal with the real fake jacks And get your cap peeled Hey Joey, let's just get this money Brothas just be wilin' Hey Joey, you can't trust nobody Brothas
that for real I move yay all day for real Boss's plaque, check the status for real Balls splat, you will lay in the ground for real All day I'ma ammo
be another nothin' like my daddy but more like My big brother never let me slip kept my mind right Scratch each other's back because we love livin' the Legal life
my peoples, slappin' bones and drinkin' wine Just come home from quentin' And all I know is strind Grind, time-uhh, dope game been gone it's either White collared crime or uhh, clickin' da bones
) Yo, pain ain't nuthin but a part of the game They got us real fucked up Ain't nuthin but a part of the game, deal wit it [Napoleon] Life -- is a hustle
Artist: Flesh-N-Bone f/ Big Punisher, Fat Joe Album: T.H.U.G.S. (Trues Humbly United Gatherin' Souls) Song: No Mercy [Fat Joe] Yeah, real muthafuckin
vest and a glock. And why bury Christopher Wallace? Cali's stressin' for Pac. In my Jam J's I bust a shot for Scott LaRock. My life is real like 50's
that's the thug The owners, it started in the night life I don't even remember havin fun, all I can remember is a trife life [Chorus: repeat 2X] Bizzy