Thug Life

[Al Pacino in Scarface:]

You're all a bunch of fucking assholes, you know why

You don't have the guts, to be what you wanna be

You need people like me, so you can point your fucking fingers

And say that's the bad guy, well say goodnight to the bad guy

[Z-Ro:]

Think that I would die, nigga never will I fall off

Approach me if you feeling lucky, be the next to get hauled off

My attitude, be switching like a stick shift

Better beware my fury military minded, I've become so sick bitch

Sit, is what I tell my pit

Automatic fully loaded bitch, make him comfortable when I sell my shit

I'm all alone, cause I don't know who to trust

But give me a choice between real and fake, I'm gon know who to bust

But if they bust me I ain't tripping, I know my death is coming

I'm ready to creep the grim reaper, it ain't no sense in running

Now niggaz know that I'm everlasting, forever blasting my enemies

Fuck having a vision, of a motherfucker killing me

I'm Presidential, a motherfucking bad actor

Trying to hog up everything, like a jacker

Fuck stay in the FED, I roll one deep with my infrarizzed

Leaving a bald spot, in a Z-Ro hater's head

[Hook:]

I live the thug life, bitch on the cut I'm all alone

I'm socializing with the bitches, never bringing em home

I live the thug life, a soldier with a gun late at night

Everybody bring me they soft, because I bake it right

I live the thug life, bitch all this moving get you shot

I been known to help niggaz make it, to they burial plot

I live the thug life, better believe me

I bet I be on that doja, everytime you see me

[Al Pacino in Scarface:]

You're not good, you just know how to hide

And lie, me I don't have that problem

Me, I always tell the truth even when I lie

[D-Capo:]

Since an adolescent, I been on the grind on the mash

And a mill' with that, with slugs to your ass

Trying to get five thousand, Bennjy Franks in the stash

Double it up, I got a mill on they ass

Call me Capeezy, Mr. Get It Fast

It be cheesy, deuce better 'fore they crash

I'm thug life baby, I ain't gotta wear a mask

Just run up in your do', and hit you like the task

I'm G'd up, P-R, have you touched in a flash

Presidential Crestmob, Capo mind ten

With quadruple grands, cause the 16's hot

Elevn hundred grams, when the 16's drop

I'm posted to the block, some'ing like a cell block

Thet cops yeah they watch, but I gotta sell out

Cause hell on my son, gotta get him what he need

So I'm hustler extroardinaire, thug life G

[Hook]

[Viscious:]

You can catch us in a houptie fo' deep, we all broke dog

Ass out got the blues, so we smoke dog

Wish I had a nine pack, but I got a nine millimeter

Desert Eagle, you know it ain't legal

I meditate the evil thoughts, I'm bout to start some'ing

First I feel a head rush, then I feel my heart pump

Go and get it, gotta have it where it's at nigga

Get down on the ground, get flat nigga

Fuck tomorrow it ain't promised, it's some crap shit

Niggaz trap you, bitches will strike you

Niggaz die young die dumb, never learn

You can't run, when it's your motherfucking turn

I been praying for a way to stay out, escape these streets

Will I survive, how will I eat

So I keep waking up, wishing for a out

Gotta find a new life, find another route whoo

[Hook]

[Al Pacino in Scarface:]

Make way for the bad guy, there's a bad guy coming through

Better make way