played the cards I was given, thank God I'm still livin Pack my nine til it's time to go to prison As I'm bailin down the block that I come from, still gotta pack a gun Case some young motherfuckers wanna play dumb I guess I live life forever jugglin But I'll be hustlin til the early mornin cause I'm strugglin Like drinkin liquor make the money come quicker Gettin pages from my bitch it's time to dick her I ain't in love with her, I just wanna be the one to hit her Drop off and let the next nigga get her That's the way it goes, it's time to shake a hoe, make the dough Break a hoe when it's time to make some mo' I keep my finger on the trigger of my Glock Ridin down the block lickin shots at the punk-ass *cops* And spittin game through my mobile phone The type of shit to get them hoes to bone My Definition of a Thug Nigga
Drivebys and niggaz die, murder without a motive by making motherfuckers fry spittin rounds as the plot thickens Never missin an early grave is my only mission military Mind of a Thug Lord body bags of adversaries that I had to bury I broke tha law and their jaw Scream, if ya feel me me And once I let my gun pop Another motherfucker drops
Ask me to blast, no need to ask cause I'm mashing, peepin' the latest fashion, copy-cats of plastics, get me the flashes... my adversaries shook in caskets, murdered them bastards, witness them pass, got bombastic... now that they free me, no one can see me, I'm completely eradicated my competition, father forgive me... asemble the troops, prepare my loots for combustion, rushing them muthafuckas, the deadliest nigga bust... how can they touch me when they lost in thought, on Death Row we lock shit down across the border... now flash and watch me get in that ass like a bekiny, lyricly legendary so niggas will never see me completely defeated... it never happen weather rappin' is grappin' niggas get smashed on they muthafuckin' back... hard to kill, and even harder to stop, watch Kane and Pac drop the Show Shot, tell them muthafuckas...
Drivebys and niggaz die, murder without a motive by making motherfuckers fry spittin rounds as the plot thickens Never missin an early grave is my only mission military Mind of a Thug Lord body bags of adversaries that I had to bury I broke tha law and their jaw Scream, if ya feel me me And once I let my gun pop Another motherfucker drops
Loc'ed and ready to get my slug on, I load my clip and slip my motherfuckin' gloves on, I ain't scared to blast on these suckas if they test me, Trust, I got my glock cocked playa if they press me, Bust on motherfuckers with a - paaassion, Better duck cause I ain't lookin when I'm - blaaastin', I'm a nuttin, drinkin' Hennessey and gettin' high, On the lookout for my enemies, Don't wanna die, Tell me why cause this stress is gettin' major, A buck-fifty across the face with my razor, What can I do but be a thug until I'm dead and gone, Keep my brain on the game and stay head strong, These sorry bastards, Want to kill me in my sleep but will they can I see, And everyday it's just a struggle, Steady thuggin' on the streets, And I'll be ballin' loc, Don't let 'em make you worry, Keep swingin' at these suckas till you buried, I was born to raise hell, A nigga from the gutta, Word to mutha I'm tough, I'm kickin dust up, Ready to bust