![]() Thuggin till I die, these streets got me cravin thorazine Hits fall, we thug niggaz and we came in packs.Įvery one of niggaz strapped sippin on 'nac (Cognac) Moms sent me to go play with the drug dealers Machiavelli was my tutor Donald Goines, my father figure Pardon my thug poetry, but suckers is born everydayĬriminal ties for centuries, a legend in my own rhymes Semi-automatic Mack 11 just to scare niggaz Who would figure that all I need was a hair trigger This ghetto life has got me catchin up to God quicker Now can your mind picture, a thug nigga drinkin hard liquor ![]() ![]() Jealous niggaz I despise, look in my eyes We tradin war stories, we Outlawz on the rise
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