* also appears on the Nothing to Lose soundtrack as 'Thug Paradise'



Uhh, yeah, uhh, uhh, uhh

It's a Queens thing (uhh, uhh)

Too fly, word up

Khadafi, the next life, yeah, Thug Paradise

No doubt, check me out, yeah, yeah

Aiyyo Son let me let me put you on to what happened

how it went down check it (tell me Son, word up)



Yo, TV's in the headrest, Sega entertainment

Pushed the Lex Land on the way to my arraignment

D.A. got a witness, lawyer can't explain it

Face the judge, on some money maintain shit

Black Ceasar, hundred grand on the Visa

Took the stand, suddenly, caught amnesia

Found him in the warehouse, tied in the freezer

That's the life of a thug when he hold heaters

Willies, up North, turn to dick beaters

Sendin flicks to any bitch that'll feed us

360 ways with the shell-top Adidas

The Black Jesus, Lebanon, remain calm

Rock and stay green, sippin on Don

Arabic link, Cartier on the arm

Nigga fresh off work release, Hercules

Nigga fuck the deez, we blazin trees

Capone bag the keys, let's move like a gypsy

It's hot out here, relocate to Poughkeepsie

Feds play the roof in the hood try to hit me

Snakes on the block wanna sip Mo' wit me

The life of a thug wasn't made right

When I die leave a bottle of Don, by the gravesite

The tombstone let the record show I was sinnin

Lay me in the earth with the Armani linen



*chorus*

All my convicts, livin on the edge of life

Criminal type thugs who love to pull a heist

We move sheist, livin in these days of trife

Rockin four carat ice, in Thug Paradise



Thug Paradise, yeah, yo, yo, yeah, yo

In Thug Paradise



One for the money, two for the villainous streets

from Willies holdin mil