Z-Ro

Z-Ro - Thug Life lyrics

(feat. Viscious & D-Capo) [Al Pacino in Scarface:] You're all a bunch of fucking assholes, you know why You don't have the guts, to be what you wanna be You need people like me, so you can point your fucking fingers And say that's the bad guy, well say goodnight to the bad guy [Z-Ro:] Think that I would die, nigga never will I fall off Approach me if you feeling lucky, be the next to get hauled off My attitude, be switching like a stick shift Better beware my fury military minded, I've become so sick bitch Sit, is what I tell my pit Automatic fully loaded bitch, make him comfortable when I sell my shit I'm all alone, cause I don't know who to trust But give me a choice between real and fake, I'm gon know who to bust But if they bust me I ain't tripping, I know my death is coming I'm ready to creep the grim reaper, it ain't no sense in running Now niggaz know that I'm everlasting, forever blasting my enemies Fuck having a vision, of a motherfucker killing me I'm Presidential, a motherfucking bad actor Trying to hog up everything, like a jacker Fuck stay in the FED, I roll one deep with my infrarizzed Leaving a bald spot, in a Z-Ro hater's head [Hook:] I live the thug life, bitch on the cut I'm all alone I'm socializing with the bitches, never bringing em home I live the thug life, a soldier with a gun late at night Everybody bring me they soft, because I bake it right I live the thug life, bitch all this moving get you shot I been known to help niggaz make it, to they burial plot I live the thug life, better believe me I bet I be on that doja, everytime you see me [Al Pacino in Scarface:] You're not good, you just know how to hide And lie, me I don't have that problem Me, I always tell the truth even when I lie [D-Capo:] Since an adolescent, I been on the grind on the mash And a mill' with that, with slugs to your ass Trying to get five thousand, Bennjy Franks in the stash Double it up, I got a mill on they ass Call me Capeezy, Mr. Get It Fast It be cheesy, deuce better 'fore they crash I'm thug life baby, I ain't gotta wear a mask Just run up in your do', and hit you like the task I'm G'd up, P-R, have you touched in a flash Presidential Crestmob, Capo mind ten With quadruple grands, cause the 16's hot Elevn hundred grams, when the 16's drop I'm posted to the block, some'ing like a cell block Thet cops yeah they watch, but I gotta sell out Cause hell on my son, gotta get him what he need So I'm hustler extroardinaire, thug life G [Hook] [Viscious:] You can catch us in a houptie fo' deep, we all broke dog Ass out got the blues, so we smoke dog Wish I had a nine pack, but I got a nine millimeter Desert Eagle, you know it ain't legal I meditate the evil thoughts, I'm bout to start some'ing First I feel a head rush, then I feel my heart pump Go and get it, gotta have it where it's at nigga Get down on the ground, get flat nigga Fuck tomorrow it ain't promised, it's some crap shit Niggaz trap you, bitches will strike you Niggaz die young die dumb, never learn You can't run, when it's your motherfucking turn I been praying for a way to stay out, escape these streets Will I survive, how will I eat So I keep waking up, wishing for a out Gotta find a new life, find another route whoo [Hook] [Al Pacino in Scarface:] Make way for the bad guy, there's a bad guy coming through Better make way

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