Thug Style

Fuck 2Pac, that **** ain't shit

That **** ain't from motherfuckin' New York

That **** be out there with them Cali ****

Yo **** man, fuck 'Pac, that **** West Coast

They can't fuck with us, always with them New York ****

Seen them with that ****, man, that **** ain't from the West Coast

Man fuck 'Pac, fuck that ****, that **** ain't really down

Rapin' ass **** I didn't do it fuck it with that ****

Fuck that **** man, let that **** go to jail, alright

And fuck that ****, fuck that ****, fuck you too, ****

Thug style out this motherfucker, ****, throw ya hands in the air

If you got Jeep make ya speakers pop

I want motherfuckin' police tryna pull **** over on this one

We takin' this one to the whole another level, gutter style, thug style

You feel me, things that we can only do as a real G

We ain't dead yet

Hit me, I got my Hennessy find ya foes

In a room full of **** tryna hide ya hoes

I'm gettin' high off Buddha 'cause the times be slow

I keep my mind on dough, you never find me broke

And who me? A **** livin' life like a G

In that artillery keepin' **** off of me

I can't sleep livin' in these wicked times, peep

**** after me 'cause they see I'm stackin' G's and heat

You can holler if you want to, please

I ain't runnin' with no punk crew, bleed

Enemies and my range is on, you're in the danger zone

My fuckin' game is strong, hotline

You suckas better find ya mind, I got mine

From hustlin' and bustin' them rhymes

To my **** up in Quentin, down on Rikers Isle

Stay rile, but a **** gotta use his style

These, **** don't know my style

Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child

Tryna put me in the cross, but my force was wild

Bitch-made ass **** don't know my style

These **** don't know my style

Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child

Tryna put me in the cross, but my force was wild

Bitch-made ass **** don't know my style

I could be wrong but I never got along with cops

It's like they stuck from makin' **** duck from Glocks

And all the time, my mind's full of thoughts of ends

I'm still rollin' my bucket but I bought me a Benz (Tadow)

My fake friends say that they love me but I know they lie

'Cause in the dark see they hearts full of homicide

My mama cried when they took me off to jail

Only me inside the cell, straight locked up in this hell

I hear some sucker screamin' like the demon's inside

Will 'em away in the mornin', only the strong survive

I cry, but in my own way swallow my pride

Pick a reason to hide from all the **** that die

Cemetery full of brothers I buried, it's goin' down

Even now I wonder will I still be around

My hometown is the gutter, I was born a wild

I came up out this dust with my heartless style

These **** don't know my style

Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child

Tryna put me in the cross, but my force was wild

Bitch-made ass **** don't know my style

These **** don't know my style

Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child

Tryna put me in the cross, but my force was wild

Bitch-made ass **** don't know my style

I remember Uptown, run catch a kiss, listenin' to Mr. Magic

Cuttin' up the hits and even though I had a habit

Makin' words rhyme I was caught up in the madness

Juvenile thugs, come on, I tell the whole story, nothin' but truth

Halloween throwin' eggs from the project roofs

And Pete and Lee young G's with a gift of gab

Tryna look up with the hookers who was quick to stab

Remember mama's cookin', no school, straight hookin'

And tryna get with light skinned 'cause she good lookin'

And jumpin' over turnstiles 'cause we ain't payin'

Call the cuties cuss words but we only playin'

I'm prayin' I can get a buck no luck

I had to move around a lot 'cause my moms was stuck

I had family but I was way too wild

Had to move to the West to regain my style

These **** don't know my style

Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child

Tryna put me in the cross, but my force was wild

Bitch-made ass **** don't know my style

Scream, **** don't know my style

Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child

Tryna put me in the cross, but my force was wild

Bitch-made ass **** don't know my style

Scream, **** don't know my style

Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child

Tryna put me in the cross, but my force was wild

Bitch-made ass **** don't know my style

Scream, **** don't know my style

Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child

Tryna put me in the cross, but my force was wild

Bitch-made ass **** don't know my style

Scream, **** don't know my style

Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child

Tryna put me in the cross, but my force was wild

Bitch-made ass **** don't know my style

These **** don't know my style

Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child

Tryna put me in the motherfuckin' cross, but my force was wild

Motherfuckin' bitches