where you at? Where my real thugs? Where you at? (Huhuhu) The cases of a drug dealer Real thugs, where you at? Yo a motherfucking army Do it to
He's ridin' with extra boxes of bullets and a nina and a shovel [Chorus: Carl Thomas] Who you are, One Nation under a thug and bullet scar, Young nation
a baby as an adolescent, where was God? Somewhere in the middle of my mind is a ni**a on the tightrope, screamin let him die Can't lie I'm a thug, drownin
losin homies, ain't that a bitch When I was rich I had clout, now a nigga's lonely I put the pistol to my head, and say a prayer I see visions of me
with this game, I know you fear me Spit the secret to war, so cowards fear me My only fear of death is reincarnation Heart of a solider with a brain
brothas fell victim to tha streetz Rest in peace young nigga, there's a Heaven for a 'G' be a lie, If I told ya that I never thought of death my niggas
, but it hurts I'm walkin through the cemetary talkin to the, dirt I'd rather die like a man, than live like a coward There's a ghetto up in Heaven
me, blasphemy Chorus: Prince Ital Love for dem dat steal in the name of da Lord Dem a tell nuff lie but holdin my bird in a cloud Usin de name of de
day it's a test, wear a bulletproof vest and still a nigga stressin over death If I could choose when a nigga die, figure I'd take a puff on the blunt
you're told what is wrong and told what is right not a thought not a peep cuz you have no say in the land of the sheep cant think for yourself lie down
think you chump me, If I let you bump me When I'm about to make a mill, faster than you make a G (haha) I know I lie, it's a habit, I vow to clean the
this to death, or in circles like we're aeroplanes. But all along I knew that we would sputter out. We would sputter. Outside constructions workers pour A
know what to think. Is it all a lie? Well one thing is for sure I'm taken back to the glory days When we were kids without a brash or bitter thing to
t know what to think. Is it all a lie? Well one thing is for sure I'm taken back to the glory days When we were kids without a brash or bitter thing to
s alone... Wait and you'll see - the frust Glows in his eyes. Explanation is only a disguise For Death's now enterprise. Infiltration... Self-destruction.. Felt so lonely, what a
tasted nothing like you said. Still 22 days left till the end of the world. My legacy was making you a man For a justice I could not change. This is one