Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lift Ya Glass , by - Tragedy. Release date: 12.07.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Lift Ya Glass |
| Let me ask you a question: Have you ever been shackled on a bus? |
| Are you afraid to die? |
| Most of y’all niggas never did bids. |
| Your hands |
| Never got dirty. |
| Me, myself, I’m a thug — and I live and die for this |
| Shit. |
| 25 To Life — the entity — forever and ever. |
| Yo… |
| Imam T.H.U.G.: |
| Yo, they label us bastards |
| Raised in pen maxes |
| Hydro — blow 'til I burn in platinum ashes |
| Make it hard for niggas who blast, try and get at this |
| Two-Five — flooded with thugs in black mas’es |
| Station me ?, pants sag, divine masters |
| Comin' with drugs — o.d., your brain’s captured |
| See my life condemned to weed and chrome biscuits |
| Ghetto sheist' fake emcees and crack infants |
| Murder one — killer disease my life sentence |
| Exit one — enter with truth, combined vengeance |
| Who’d ever think — we could blow and be spectacular? |
| Thug blazin' my gun, still comin' after ya |
| Tackle ya — bent, I snatch you out the Acura |
| Or Lex' bubble — scuffle, rise when you tumble |
| Bloodsucker — won’t be sweet when mine’s touch ya |
| Now pass that — lyrically strapped, attack that |
| Yo, black gloves, black mask |
| Sit at the table like the Maffia and life ya glass |
| When it’s time to go to war, who be the first to blast? |
| Real niggas shoot first and ask questions last |
| Tragedy Khadafi: |
| Yo, my last days on the Earth, bury me in the Bridge |
| My worst fear is a stray bullet killin' a kid |
| Born and raised where the fiends live |
| My pops did a state bid |
| All my niggas is locked and full of hatred |
| We can’t make it |
| Caught in the beast, tied naked |
| That’s why I spit immortal thug shit on every record |
| It’s thug apparel |
| Resurrect the crime pharaoh |
| My thoughts travel |
| Like hollow tips through the barrel |
| It’s all official |
| I hold a laser beam tryin' to hit you |
| My team died and came back, that’s how we come to get you |
| My Arab missile penetratin' through your body tissue |
| Kidnap your wife and your kids — make it a foul issue |
| Cime rate, violate, guerrilla mind state |
| We all tryin' to escape — clappin' at the jakes (pap) |
| The holy wars — my soul be inside of yours |
| For all my niggas who brawl — locked behind the walls |
| For all my niggas who brawl — locked behind the walls |
| Yo, yo |
| My life every day livin' Henney and weed |
| I know I need to slow down my speed |
| The police break me off with somethin' I don’t need |
| Have me caught up in the law 'til I’m forced to bleed |
| My niggas fall on the floor and give Allah they plea |
| While this black cloud follows everywhere I be |
| Have me scared up in the mirror at the man I see |
| Flip constantly — cause my lady killed my seed |
| Took his life — 'fore he even had a chance to breathe |
| Said she killed him cause she didn’t want him growin' like me |
| Like the Godfather Part III as far as I see |
| Try to stop me? |
| I thought we had love, acqui |
| Older niggas comin' home, younger niggas get stuck |
| It’s like — havin' weed and not havin' a dutch |
| Type fucked up — knowin' that you could get bucked |
| Leave the 'hood, try to come back, and then get stuck |
| Leave the 'hood, try to come back, and then get stuck |
| My friend is losing his mind… for fear of going insane |
| My friend is losing his mind… for fear of going insane |
| My friend is losing his mind… for fear of going insane |
| My friend is losing his mind… for fear |