| So i live the life of a thug | 
| And all I wanna do is smoke weed, ride, and sell drugs | 
| Silkk The Shocker: | 
| Mama always told me it’d happen | 
| But she never told me when | 
| She said probably happen when I get much older | 
| But I kinda wish it would of happened then | 
| Cuz I had my mind on gettin' some money | 
| Nigga I’m tryin' get rich | 
| Mom told me never trust these niggas | 
| And ummm never put your faith in the bitch | 
| See I hang with a bunch of grave yard villians | 
| Nigga robbin' sprees we stealin' | 
| Choppin' keys with drug dealers | 
| Click like pistol with killers | 
| They tried to preech to me, couldn’t preech to me | 
| Tried to teach me, couldn’t teach me | 
| See I’ve gotta learn the hard way on my own | 
| Cuz nobody else could give me a reason | 
| They always told me I’ll probably end up dead | 
| Or in the pen see me and P some outcasts | 
| Can’t arrest the family tellin' the kids not to be like him | 
| And see it was ruff some times but it had to be | 
| Enough trippin' on Cess go hand your back and pass the weed | 
| I ran wild deep in the game off of change | 
| Nigga bitch won’t fuck 'em nigga won’t kill me | 
| But its all in the game | 
| See pop was too busy doin' his own thing to try to show me | 
| But mom told me Silkk watch your paper | 
| At the top it gets lonely, mama told me | 
| Master P: | 
| Mama always told me (told me) | 
| But papa never showed me (showed me) | 
| So i live the life of a thug | 
| And all I wanna do is smoke weed, ride, and sell drugs | 
| Master P & C-Murder | 
| Token guns on my side, no limit niggas gone ride | 
| Paper chasin' for millions Tru niggas won’t die | 
| Make time for some dope nigga fuck bein' broke | 
| I live my life on the ropes nigga fuck the P. O | 
| I leave you dead with the bustas | 
| Real niggas gone love us | 
| We make crack with the killers and sell dope to the country | 
| Nigga nigga outlaws and dealers tattoo and killers | 
| Niggas bout it with millions now the world gone feel this | 
| I’m staying TRU to the game you bitches callin' my name | 
| Mama told me to change its ghetto blood in my vein | 
| See I got love for thugs never mix sex with drugs | 
| My enemy in blood when I come bury me a thug | 
| Henessy and weed be a ball with desert | 
| These shirts and kakis is how we work | 
| Hypnotized by change after fortune and fame | 
| I roll 20's and thangs rolex and change but uh. | 
| Master P: | 
| Mama always told me (told me) | 
| But papa never showed me (showed me) | 
| So I live the life of a thug | 
| And all I wanna do is smoke weed, ride, and sell drugs | 
| 8-Ball: | 
| Right from the edge killer nigga gone off coke | 
| Brown sticky dope makin' niggas turn on their folks | 
| Ain’t now rules, fools rush in but don’t come out | 
| So many niggas round my way die runnin' their mouth | 
| Fairy tales are for children we ain’t story book livin' | 
| South streets be bloody from all the shootin' and killin' | 
| Villians ride for similac and crack and smack | 
| And its a fact all killers ain’t inner city blacks | 
| My homies have to serve on blocks that’s hot with cops | 
| With rocks and stacks and be packed to get their scraps | 
| I don’t knock it cuz if my pocket starts to lose weight | 
| You can find me on I-10 tryin' move weight | 
| My mama on her knees prayin' givin' god her time | 
| While I’m on the streets hustlin' tryin' gettin' what’s mine | 
| Am I wrong am I right got can only determine | 
| I can only live my life and life is for learnin' check it | 
| Master P: | 
| Mama always told me (told me) | 
| But papa never showed me (showed me) | 
| So i live the life of a thug | 
| And all I wanna do is smoke weed, ride, and sell drugs |