Tell me, how many real muthafuckas feel me 
I smoke a blunt and freak the funk 
Till these jealous mutha-fuckas kill me. 
From out the gutter, Thank I'm here though 
I'm one-sixty-five 
Stayin high till i die
My competition is evil 
cause i could give a fuck about you. 
You better duck. 
Or i'll be forced to hit your ass up, 
I gives a fuck. 
I'm sick inside my mind, why they sweat me? 
Its gonna take an army full of crooked ass cops 
To come and get me
Niggas know I ain't the one to sleep on 
I'm underpressure
I got to sleep by my piece, extra clips beside my dresser 
Word to god I've been ready to die 
since I was born
I don't want no shit 
But niggas tripping, Yo its on 
open fire on my adversaries, don't even worry 
Better have on a vest, aim for ya chest, then your burried 
Its a mans world, niggas get played 
Another stray, hope I live to see another day, HEY 
I'm gettin sweated by these undercovers 
who can I trust, got my mama stressing 
Thinkin its a drug bust 
Gotta get paid, but all the dramas thats attached 
We're Livin the drug life, thug life, each day could be my last 
Will I blast when its time to shoot'em 
Don't even ask, thats the Consquences when your living fast 
6 bricks of tricks for my niggas 
I gotta come up and recoup, you keep the dope, 
bring me 6 figures 
Is it a bust, I hear the sirens, 
Run for cover 
over the fence and Open Fire. 
  
These muthafuckas on my ass, I'm in traffic 
Will it be tragic, im coming round the corner like I'm magic 
Doing ninety on the freeway 
And hitting swithces, 
In a high speed chase with these punk bitches 
Don't turn around, I ain't giving up 
Cause they don't worry me. 
Pussy ass bitches better bury me 
Running out of gas time to park it 
I'm on foot, we in the hood, 
How the fuck they gonna catch a crook? 
I got away cause I'm clever 
Went to my neighbors for a favor 
Now you know playas stick together 
I watch the scene from the roof top 
Spittin Oogies at the cops that persue me 
Beyatch, I'll be a hustla till its over, mutha-fucka 
Open Fire on you bustas. 
  
Don't try to follow me 
I'm headed out of state. 
I gotta pay my fuckin bills, 
So I'm transporting weight 
Change my plates, pick up my nigga 
And now we rollin, dropping keys like they stolen 
Tell me who do you fear ?
I'm outta town till they coast is clear 
Enough dope to last a year. 
They got me runnin from the police 
No where to go, with the lights out, Rolling down a dirt road 
But I ain't going alive,I rather die than be a convict 
I rather fire on my target. 
I hit the corner doing 90, 
ahh shit, them bitches right behind me 
they take a shot and hit my fuckin tire.
NOW 
I jump out the car and open fire. 
  
Ha ha, Suckas
Thug life bitch