(*Al Pacino in Scarface*)
You're all a bunch of f****** a*******, you know why
You don't have the guts, to be what you wanna be
You need people like me, so you can point your f****** fingers
And say that's the bad guy, well say goodnight to the bad guy
[Z-Ro]
Think that I would die, n**** never will I fall off
Approach me if you feeling lucky, be the next to get hauled off
My attitude, be switching like a stick shift
Better beware my fury military minded, I've become so sick b****
Sit, is what I tell my pit
Automatic fully loaded b****, make him comfortable when I sell my s***
I'm all alone, cause I don't know who to trust
But give me a choice between real and fake, I'm gon know who to bust
But if they bust me I ain't tripping, I know my death is coming
I'm ready to creep the grim reaper, it ain't no sense in running
Now n***** know that I'm everlasting, forever blasting my enemies
f*** having a vision, of a m*********** killing me
I'm Presidential, a m************ bad actor
Trying to hog up everything, like a jacker
f*** stay in the FED, I roll one deep with my infrarizzed
Leaving a bald spot, in a Z-Ro hater's head
[Hook]
I live the thug life, b**** on the cut I'm all alone
I'm socializing with the b******, never bringing em home
I live the thug life, a soldier with a gun late at night
Everybody bring me they soft, because I bake it right
I live the thug life, b**** all this moving get you shot
I been known to help n***** make it, to they burial plot
I live the thug life, better believe me
I bet I be on that doja, everytime you see me
(*Al Pacino in Scarface*)
You're not good, you just know how to hide
And lie, me I don't have that problem
Me, I always tell the truth even when I lie
[D-Capo]
Since an adolescent, I been on the grind on the mash
And a mill' with that, with slugs to your a**
Trying to get five thousand, Bennjy Franks in the stash
Double it up, I got a mill on they a**
Call me Capeezy, Mr. Get It Fast
It be cheesy, deuce better 'fore they crash
I'm thug life baby, I ain't gotta wear a mask
Just run up in your do', and hit you like the task
I'm G'd up, P-R, have you touched in a flash
Presidential Crestmob, Capo mind ten
With quadruple grands, cause the 16's hot
Elevn hundred grams, when the 16's drop
I'm posted to the block, some'ing like a cell block
Thet cops yeah they watch, but I gotta sell out
Cause hell on my son, gotta get him what he need
So I'm hustler extroardinaire, thug life G
[Hook]
[Viscious]
You can catch us in a houptie fo' deep, we all broke dog
a** out got the blues, so we smoke dog
Wish I had a nine pack, but I got a nine millimeter
Desert Eagle, you know it ain't legal
I meditate the evil thoughts, I'm bout to start some'ing
First I feel a head rush, then I feel my heart pump
Go and get it, gotta have it where it's at n****
Get down on the ground, get flat n****
f*** tomorrow it ain't promised, it's some c*** s***
n***** trap you, b****** will strike you
n***** die young die dumb, never learn
You can't run, when it's your m************ turn
I been praying for a way to stay out, escape these streets
Will I survive, how will I eat
So I keep waking up, wishing for a out
Gotta find a new life, find another route whoo
[Hook]
(*Al Pacino in Scarface*)
Make way for the bad guy, there's a bad guy coming through
Better make way
You're all a bunch of f****** a*******, you know why
You don't have the guts, to be what you wanna be
You need people like me, so you can point your f****** fingers
And say that's the bad guy, well say goodnight to the bad guy
[Z-Ro]
Think that I would die, n**** never will I fall off
Approach me if you feeling lucky, be the next to get hauled off
My attitude, be switching like a stick shift
Better beware my fury military minded, I've become so sick b****
Sit, is what I tell my pit
Automatic fully loaded b****, make him comfortable when I sell my s***
I'm all alone, cause I don't know who to trust
But give me a choice between real and fake, I'm gon know who to bust
But if they bust me I ain't tripping, I know my death is coming
I'm ready to creep the grim reaper, it ain't no sense in running
Now n***** know that I'm everlasting, forever blasting my enemies
f*** having a vision, of a m*********** killing me
I'm Presidential, a m************ bad actor
Trying to hog up everything, like a jacker
f*** stay in the FED, I roll one deep with my infrarizzed
Leaving a bald spot, in a Z-Ro hater's head
[Hook]
I live the thug life, b**** on the cut I'm all alone
I'm socializing with the b******, never bringing em home
I live the thug life, a soldier with a gun late at night
Everybody bring me they soft, because I bake it right
I live the thug life, b**** all this moving get you shot
I been known to help n***** make it, to they burial plot
I live the thug life, better believe me
I bet I be on that doja, everytime you see me
(*Al Pacino in Scarface*)
You're not good, you just know how to hide
And lie, me I don't have that problem
Me, I always tell the truth even when I lie
[D-Capo]
Since an adolescent, I been on the grind on the mash
And a mill' with that, with slugs to your a**
Trying to get five thousand, Bennjy Franks in the stash
Double it up, I got a mill on they a**
Call me Capeezy, Mr. Get It Fast
It be cheesy, deuce better 'fore they crash
I'm thug life baby, I ain't gotta wear a mask
Just run up in your do', and hit you like the task
I'm G'd up, P-R, have you touched in a flash
Presidential Crestmob, Capo mind ten
With quadruple grands, cause the 16's hot
Elevn hundred grams, when the 16's drop
I'm posted to the block, some'ing like a cell block
Thet cops yeah they watch, but I gotta sell out
Cause hell on my son, gotta get him what he need
So I'm hustler extroardinaire, thug life G
[Hook]
[Viscious]
You can catch us in a houptie fo' deep, we all broke dog
a** out got the blues, so we smoke dog
Wish I had a nine pack, but I got a nine millimeter
Desert Eagle, you know it ain't legal
I meditate the evil thoughts, I'm bout to start some'ing
First I feel a head rush, then I feel my heart pump
Go and get it, gotta have it where it's at n****
Get down on the ground, get flat n****
f*** tomorrow it ain't promised, it's some c*** s***
n***** trap you, b****** will strike you
n***** die young die dumb, never learn
You can't run, when it's your m************ turn
I been praying for a way to stay out, escape these streets
Will I survive, how will I eat
So I keep waking up, wishing for a out
Gotta find a new life, find another route whoo
[Hook]
(*Al Pacino in Scarface*)
Make way for the bad guy, there's a bad guy coming through
Better make way