Thug Till I Die

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, it's your boy What up, Nat? Yo, Cuban, what up? What up, baby? Zay, what up? [Chorus: Cuban Link] Thug till I die, pistol by the side, money on my brain Gotta stay fly, brand new ride, nice Tucker chain You know I'm down to ride, chest full of pride Heart full of pain, so if a nigga wanna try It'll be a suicide, we ain't motherfuckin' playin' [Verse 1: Cuban Link] Now if a nigga disrespects my set, I let the posse get him Get the oxy, split 'em, chop it into meat even if it's Mami wit' him Take his jewels, make it look like a Nazi did him Rock in his sleep, let the rhythm of the shotty hit him A box'll fit him well, put him where this shit won't smell And make a DVD about it, bet this shit'll sell Y'all spit them tinkerbells, Doctor Dolittle tell I spit them liquor shells, story some, don't let 'em tell I'm sickle cell anemia, the rep that'll beam ya From a block away, make you the rock away and lean ya With my little nina, La Crusa linea If you don't understand, mayne, bet they pala pina Word to Cuban Senior, 'bout to rob the game From all the Fifty bankin' on Yayo, I got the lame Why the brain so dope? It'll pop your veins I'm the same as Obama, I want lots of change [Chorus: Cuban Link] Thug till I die, pistol by the side, money on my brain Gotta stay fly, brand new ride, nice Tucker chain You know I'm down to ride, chest full of pride Heart full of pain, so if a nigga wanna try It'll be a suicide, we ain't motherfuckin' playin' [Verse 2: Nat Turner] I spit the micro, macro, anywhere the MAC blow I'm attracted to ratchets, it's rappin' when the fun's low I'm from NASSAU, nigga, I'm from NASSAU Your ma could scar me, jerk 'em and rob 'em for cash now I milk a bitch quick 'cause I'm intolerant to lactose Murder specific stipulated prolific perpetrual Exquisite infection, infectious with the rhythm Drive a thermometer, monitor rappin' Nanny turn got ya, wait your turn, partna' Body boy blocker, you could get your face knocked up From plasma to matter from matter to data The God body swagger, the charismatic ambassador Gun up in the sheep code, one up into dstro We smoke, tress blow, we grow, C-Note Gun up in the sheep code, one up into dstro We smoke, tress blow, we grow, C-Note [Chorus: Cuban Link] Thug till I die, pistol by the side, money on my brain Gotta stay fly, brand new ride, nice Tucker chain You know I'm down to ride, chest full of pride Heart full of pain, so if a nigga wanna try It'll be a suicide, we ain't motherfuckin' playin' [Verse 3: Zay] Yo, I got money in the bank, I'm strapped without the holster Nigga, I'll be on that bullshit like I'm supposed to Tatted on my arm, it's a flag to rep my culture This ratchet in my palm, I will blast, I'm a soldier Salute me like a general 'fore I put an end to you Amazing how my nine shock can take out ten of you This is for my Black and Latin niggas gettin' revenue No matter what you sell or do to try to get a decimal Took a little cocaine, mixed it with a chemical Gave it to the clientele, they told me it's incredible Now I got my stacks up, shorties think I'm medible So fuck it, I'ma feed it then I beat it to a vegetable Strip club killa, they leave with a nigga And they don't take cash, you need a VISA to get her And shorty wanna please me 'cause I'm that nigga So she don't even charge then I pass off the large [Chorus: Cuban Link] Thug till I die, pistol by the side, money on my brain Gotta stay fly, brand new ride, nice Tucker chain You know I'm down to ride, chest full of pride Heart full of pain, so if a nigga wanna try It'll be a suicide, we ain't motherfuckin' playin'