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