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Straight out the motherfking bay
Here we go
2Pac-
Lord help me, save me, Mama keep praying
For a young motherfker trying to duck an early grave
In the city where ya can't tell the snakes from the fakes
Fakes from the phonies, enemies of homies
Around the corner there's another nigg* waiting to jack
He don't know I got a glock 'til his as* get shot
Like a motherfking thug disease
Craving beats like they motherfking drugs to me, hey
What's up with girls trying to screw me? Do me cause I did a movie
Throw the p*ssy to me but before they never knew me
Rather die then let ya play me for a, buster
And with my glock I'm a plotting as* rotten motherfker, huh
Don't let the movie fool ya, let me school ya
Screaming Thug Life nigg* when I do ya
I'm going crazy, getting dizzy
And then I suffacate a motherfking breather bring me back
I'm telling ya I'm losing it
(Chorus)
Said I'm losing my mind
Losing my mind (x4)
Big Syke-
I'm going crazy, can't fade me
On the real I kill when I step to ya fking grill
So let me kick it let me flip it let me get wicked
I'm not a buster from the hood selling whooped tickets
I hang with G's flipping keys and smoking weed
I get the cash and dash and never learn to read
So fk a b*tch fk a hoe and I let ya know
Because they come and go like the wind blows
What am I giving how I'm living what I'm giving up
You can take my life and I don't give a fk
Cause I'm the trouble most coming from the west coast
Where the is banging 'til the overdose
Killers and murderers, psychos and lunatics
Nobody knows what makes my mind click
Is it the demons, screaming inside of me?
Hell no it's just the Thug Life mentallity
I'm going crazy s**t don't phase me
I'm living like a thug 'til six carry me
Death is on the trigga so pull it
I can't take it no more, nigg*, I'm losing it
(Chorus)
Spice 1-
s**t was talking to me, my gat screamed fire
The bullet told me shoot that motherfker he's a lier
I talked to me 3-80 like a b*tch on a stroll
When my try to ????
nigg*, I can't get fked in this game I'm a psychopath
My AK told me to shove him up some ass
I'm having long conversations with Mr. Millometer
He's one of my best friends b*tch as* nigg* eater
And Miss Mossburg love it in the back trunk
You know that old school b*tch she like to get it funked
And spitting motherfkers by the seems
My grand daddy Mr. AR-15
By the evil motherfker
Talked me into taking over a dope turf and shooting cluckers
Said he was my only family
Shoot straight, and please don't jam me
Got in a fight at the club my gat started talking
Told me to shut the fk up and let him do the talking
I woke up and it was sick to see the guts hang
I'm going nuts man
s**t was talking to me
(Chorus till fade...)