| I was a G in life, I’m still a G in death
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| And if you think I’m not a thug, don’t hold your breath
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| My name is Blaze, and I roll with Anybody Killa
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| 'Drive-By on this bitch, you bitch nigga!'
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| All you scary bitches, shut up and go inside
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| All my thug muthaf**kas, come on, we bout to ride
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| Real G’s in my hood don’t be f**kin' around
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| Ya gotta be a clique thick before the sun goes down
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| You could get yo' life took
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| Smart mouth, dirty looks
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| By the product of the streets, hood G’s and crooks
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| With a double barrelled shotgun pressed to your eye
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| I’ma take what’s mine and I’ma say it one more time
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| I’ma take what’s mine and I’ma leave with nothing less
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| For the three f**kin' slugs that I took in the chest
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| No rest for the killas equipped with mean mugs
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| Who know what it’s like to be a muthaf**kin' thug?
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| Niggas and hoes
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| Bitches ain’t shit
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| All you haters, eat this dick
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| Who know what it’s like
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| To be a thug for life…
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| Be a thug for life…
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| Be a thug for life…
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| Niggas and hoes
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| Bitches ain’t shit
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| All you haters, eat this dick
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| Who know what it’s like
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| To be a thug for life…
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| Be a thug for life…
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| Be a thug for life…
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| Late night, gettin' high
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| Thinkin' in my mind, hopin' everything’s gonna be alright
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| Situations drive me insane
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| Now who’s to blame?
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| Need someone who’s down for me and not the fame
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| Is there anyone that I can trust in this f**ked up world?
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| Reminiscin' of the bitchin' that you gave me girl
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| I’m all alone
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| Just me and my microphone
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| With the urge to do a drive-by
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| Ever since the day homie came back alive
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| 'Throw ya hands up in the sky'
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| If you c |