Yo,

I grip a black pistol

you throw grenades I shoot missles

I pull triggas for fun leavin you wit

some issues roll you up like tissue

and flush you down two shots to your

dome put you six underground that's taller

than me get madd I'll slap you wit a tip

got a slugg in ya dome and a slugg in ya lip

got gats in da jeep right under the seat.

You want it I'll let you feel on the tip of my

heat. Now taste it put a bullet in ya mouth now ya

shakin this is thugg life hommie ain't no time to

be fakin. While where at the studio they'll be at ya

funeral rockin Harbor Point gear Thug tears what ya

hear.(Niggaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa)