| You’re all a bunch of fucking assholes, you know why
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| You don’t have the guts, to be what you wanna be
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| You need people like me, so you can point your fucking fingers
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| And say that’s the bad guy, well say goodnight to the bad guy
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| Think that I would die, nigga never will I fall off
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| Approach me if you feeling lucky, be the next to get hauled off
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| My attitude, be switching like a stick shift
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| Better beware my fury military minded, I’ve become so sick bitch
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| Sit, is what I tell my pit
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| Automatic fully loaded bitch, make him comfortable when I sell my shit
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| I’m all alone, cause I don’t know who to trust
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| But give me a choice between real and fake, I’m gon know who to bust
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| But if they bust me I ain’t tripping, I know my death is coming
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| I’m ready to creep the grim reaper, it ain’t no sense in running
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| Now niggas know that I’m everlasting, forever blasting my enemies
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| Fuck having a vision, of a motherfucker killing me
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| I’m Presidential, a motherfucking bad actor
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| Trying to hog up everything, like a jacker
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| Fuck stay in the FED, I roll one deep with my infrarizzed
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| Leaving a bald spot, in a Z-Ro hater’s head
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| I live the thug life, bitch on the cut I’m all alone
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| I’m socializing with the bitches, never bringing em home
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| I live the thug life, a soldier with a gun late at night
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| Everybody bring me they soft, because I bake it right
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| I live the thug life, bitch all this moving get you shot
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| I been known to help niggas make it, to they burial plot
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| I live the thug life, better believe me
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| I bet I be on that doja, everytime you see me
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| (*Al Pacino in Scarface*)
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| You’re not good, you just know how to hide
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| And lie, me I don’t have that problem
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| Me, I always tell the truth even when I lie
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| Since an adolescent, I been on the grind on the mash
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| And a mill' with that, with slugs to your ass
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| Trying to get five thousand, Bennjy Franks in the stash
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| Double it up, I got a mill on they ass
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| Call me Capeezy, Mr. Get It Fast
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| It be cheesy, deuce better 'fore they crash
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| I’m thug life baby, I ain’t gotta wear a mask
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| Just run up in your do', and hit you like the task
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| I’m G’d up, P-R, have you touched in a flash
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| Presidential Crestmob, Capo mind ten
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| With quadruple grands, cause the 16's hot
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| Elevn hundred grams, when the 16's drop
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| I’m posted to the block, some’ing like a cell block
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| Thet cops yeah they watch, but I gotta sell out
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| Cause hell on my son, gotta get him what he need
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| So I’m hustler extroardinaire, thug life G
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| You can catch us in a houptie fo' deep, we all broke dog
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| Ass out got the blues, so we smoke dog
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| Wish I had a nine pack, but I got a nine millimeter
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| Desert Eagle, you know it ain’t legal
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| I meditate the evil thoughts, I’m bout to start some’ing
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| First I feel a head rush, then I feel my heart pump
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| Go and get it, gotta have it where it’s at nigga
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| Get down on the ground, get flat nigga
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| Fuck tomorrow it ain’t promised, it’s some crap shit
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| Niggas trap you, bitches will strike you
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| Niggas die young die dumb, never learn
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| You can’t run, when it’s your motherfucking turn
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| I been praying for a way to stay out, escape these streets
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| Will I survive, how will I eat
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| So I keep waking up, wishing for a out
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| Gotta find a new life, find another route whoo
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| (*Al Pacino in Scarface*)
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| Make way for the bad guy, there’s a bad guy coming through
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| Better make way |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Thug Life , by - Z-Ro. Song from the album 1-Deep, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп