Thug Life

Lyrics

[Intro] You ain't talkin bout Glocks you ain't talkin bout' nun nigga (Nun) [Verse] Don't come to the block 'cause you don't got no face card I yatted my body, covered up my scars And I got my pistol out the Ninth Ward If you don't got no stick what you here for? The Drac' got some kick, I felt it in my core Anytime that gelato open up my pores Y'all niggas is pussy, I felt it in my core Find out where you stay we kickin' down yo' door You ain't BabyLife EBG you'll get ignored Know we got artillery we go to war That hoe' tried to suck my dick 'cause she got bored On the top of the fuckin' AK we got swords I dugged up the dick extension, we fuck whores My mama found two pistols in that top drawer Do not touch my Glock bitch, that is not yours Do not touch my guap' bitch, we got nachos All my pistols havin' clips full of hollow tips I come and beat the pussy up then I dip Real Double-O, after they said I won't be shit Now she on my dick, got that pussy seasick Hell no we can't link, bitch I'm playin' defense Lil' baby got spanked, baby I got even I'm a Playboy bunny nigga, I got swiftness I don't trust my damn partner, gotta keep my distance These bullets gon' fly like the pigeons I brought the sticks here just for Tristen Don't play wit' yo' life, I wouldn't risk it BabyLife demon, this shit gon' get twisted He got me fucked up if he think he gon' blitz shit Band gang pop out that cut, it get wicked I think my finger gettin' itchy I get to thinkin' 'bout epiphany Bet you I shoot before they end up blitzin' me I got the pistol right there where my dick be I'm wit' lil' Kilo throwin' up them big B's I grab that thirty clip, it's in my dickies Don't play with this shit, nigga leave you six feet I fuck on my bitch anywhere, them quickies Broke that hoe' out, she keep trippin 'bout these hickies Then I cook they block up, they askin' for the recipe Cut off all my bitches got no one stressin' me I'm the DGTO2, they gon' feel me Say yo' partner got some gut, tell him spill me Which one of yall fuck niggas be wit' homie? 'Cause I got no problem takin' off yo' tronies Someone up the score nigga, up yo' fye She know that I'm not just another guy I need some space from the block like a astronaut I got that glizzy, I get through like picklocks Send that boy shots nigga, I don't throw rocks He came to the block nigga wit' no glizzock Fuck APD, we don't fuck wit' no cops Fake ass drank, man these niggas tryna rerock Devil for real, ain't come with no flock I'm livin' this "Thug Life", I ain't stuntin' 2Pac Walk through the chain wit' a shank in my sock Thug life, nigga (Thug life) [Outro] (Huh, huh, BabyLife)