There's no way to survive in the city it's a shame Niggaz die from my hollow-point bullet to the brain Will I survive or will I die is what I wonder Puffin on blunts and gettin drunk to keep from goin under Gettin lost in the madness, blunted gettin tipsy Got my pistol out the window screamin, "Lord come and get me" Am I sick, or am I just another victim? Unloadin my clip, I'm watchin every bullet spit when I kick em Niggaz die from automatic gunfire Your time to expire, nobody cry every man gotta die When they bury me, they bury me a G Rest in peace, to all the homies got to heaven before me Pour some liquor on the curb for the niggaz that's caught Had a motherfuckin ward but he didn't go to court God damn, and one day we'll all be together Until then I'm ready for whatever, c'mon
Bullet to the brain Bullet to the brain Bullet to the brain Well don't blame me, blame the flame (You motherfuckers) Goin' to Hell with my finger on the trigger Bullet to the brain Bullet to the brain
If I could capture the rage of today's youth and bottle it Crush the glass from my bare hands and swallow it Then spit it back in the faces of you racists And hypocrites who think the same shit but don't say shit You Liberace's, Versace's, and you nazis Watch me, cause you thinking you got me in this hot seat You motherfuckers wanna judge me cause you're not me You'll never stop me, I'm top speed as you pop me I came to save these new generations of babies From parents who failed to raise 'em cause they're lazy To grow to praise me I'm makin 'em go crazy That's how I got this whole nation to embrace me And you fugazi if you think I'ma admit wrong I cripple any hypocritic critic I'm sic'd on And this song is for any kid who gets picked on A sick song to retaliate to
Bullet to the brain Bullet to the brain Bullet to the brain Well don't blame me, nigga Goin' to Hell with my finger on the trigger Bullet to the brain Bullet to the brain
I'm on my knees beggin please come and save me The whole world done made a nigga crazy! I got my three-five-seven can't control it Screamin die motherfucker and he's loaded Everybody run for cover, oh shit Thug Life motherfucker, duck quick Now am I wrong if I am don't worry me Cause do or die gettin high til the bury me Dear Lord can ya hear me, when I die Let a nigga be strapped, fucked up, and high With my hands on the trugger, Thug nigga Stressin like a motherfuckin drug dealer And even in the darkest nights, I'm a Thug for Life I got the heart to fight now Mama raised a hellraiser why cry That's just life in the ghetto, do or die