uh gangsta killa killa beats nigga iraqians do it like this yo yo yo guns wars banana clips holdin tec nine s the wet clothin these niggas heard we mack moldin it s all gravy how i fuckin my eighties no women no babies versace niggas get crump crazy you think i m soft how i m up in the loft and gettin sucked off with some cristal on my cock and plus duck sauce and two spanish bitches lickin it off nah ain t shit changed i m still pickin you off i stay drunk wit a lot of reefer these niggas gay like the guard that was in sleepers two ways without beepers these little niggas more leapers i got gangstas that gangbang on all creatures shoot your whole face up and fucked up your features iraq soldier see the henny made me fall over and still fuck til i m dead sober i don t care about your balls your hood or your weed fuck your whack ass thoughts i can throw some speed 2x now i lay me down to sleep i pray the lord my soul to keep if i should die before i wake i pray the lord my soul to take i desecrate the nations gee i m a sick individual jose louis yo analog digital cigliari trarabelly run isreali my niggas run deep in your roots allah kelly got your project shook everytime you look cause i pray fifty niggas every flight they book your more story get up outta the club it s drunk nore hands around my two spanish bitches holdin my liquor across the street these niggas scopin me hopin i slip like i ain t on point but what point is this do they know my fingers stay itchy my whip do a buck sixty do a 360 donut and shoot 50 niggas in they fuckin faces i dumped their bodies by the horse races bloody valore a couple nore faces yo keep hatin until you will see more volts in your chest plate it s hard to breathe it go uh ah hey yo this street life we live it this thug life we live it if you ain t frontin we live this shit hey yo this street life we live it this thug shit we live it thugged out ain t playin we live this shit hey yo hey yo it s muze vinity chin tap your chin send a shot through your limb think we ain t gonna win stuff valar i know they way i m livin ain t right but s that s life live and learn til i get my game tight i came up a broken home rolled wit chrome pops was never known on the block til my cheddar s blown fiendin for the day i was on fat beats since the day i was born too know he snatched me and my other half thugged out never gettin cash no mom would put a foot in nigga s ass mash coast to coast wit the cali most tally wit toast and party wit my cousin s ghost you bitch nigga what uh now i lay me down to sleep i pray the lord my soul to keep if i should die before i wake