Thug 4 Life

Thug for life nigga Can't you read the signs? Mobbin like a motherfucker, stuck, can you picture middle finger out the window gettin fucked off, liquor Get loaded, can't control it Nigga pass me the blunt and let me roll it You get the bozack to the hoe-stack, that's fo' sho' black So be a mack and keep ya dough fat And tell me what does it take to be a G? I started with a co-down, soon bounced to a ki' You gotta watch your back, stay strapped, be alert Started as a young motherfucker doin dirt And now I'm in the rap game, like the crack game, I got enemies Can't pretend to see my friends are not my enemies And even thug motherfuckers wanna have fun Stuck in, buckin my motherfuckin Magnum What does it take to be a G? Silence is a must, violence is a plus, bust shots at my adversaries, them niggaz scurry Pick a spot to be buried cause I'll be buckin in a fuckin hurry Thug for life, high 'til I die When them stupid-ass bitches ask why, tell 'em Game, thicker than most of these tricks I got my mind on makin money but you stuck on these fake, bitches And jealous motherfuckers can't see T