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reminiscing the beginning no funds poor slumbs
little homies the elders had four-four guns
wonder why they're malicious? cause they've taken shit
his momma was always tipsy, poppa was spanking the kid
different pictures, piture us with cheap liquor and bad bitches
on the playground where we used to play
four youngsters of nine years old
getting bruised by three five-ohs
concrete larks, up at four, cause we bomb grafitties
no dividents for me Im taking up shoplifting
the greediest, of many roads we chose the easiest
we were smart but the role models were idiots
we were brought up, caught up in supporting families
my pops fled I said momma believe i'll never leave
living on an empty belly not having a dinner
the poverty's turning me into a habitual sinner

this is thug life homie
no way back
no no no way back

I never had a job, never really needed one
how to keep the pot boiling? the recepie of my slumb
on a winter day you asked me for a little favor
gotta pay the bill we mugged a trick on a cd player
OST is the sirens, the movie is the projects
we hate this, but the pride makes us say we love this
harbor pain, will i live or will i die?
i ain't giving a fuck, puffing a blunt to get high
and if one day i see all the unlucky together
imma mug 'em again cus i didnt get any better
im a beast, an animal, the zoo is the federal
death or slavery destinations im headed to
wish to wash my hands, but they are forever filthy
im hearing screamings you are guilty guilty
feel me, it's only me and you homie
if i go phony one day you blow me away

this is thug life homie
no way back
no no no way back

let's get back tp business baby

i'm in a blind alley, if you know tell me why
but im sure it aint gonna help me
my homie said he wants to find a Roman coin in the dirt
to sell it for a million and never be putting in work
chasing the paper, never knew where it's going to take ya
don't do what i've done, don't do what i've done
would ask for forgiveness but im numb and deaf
and my momma said son you'll be dumb till death
making money on addicts being an addict of the street
everytime i sleep seeing dreams of going legit
and if i could go back i would go back
but the hood never let me go back

it's hectic homie, but don't get me wrong
I love my life

thug life my bloods thug life my brothers
thug life my hoods thug life my hustlers
thug life my soliders thug life thug life


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