Impala's sittin' on chrome down here Brawls and ballin', ain't all that's goin' on round here Young killers tote pistols, like they grown down here Them young niggaz
right with me if that eight ain't enough If 8 ain't enough, don't worry, I got eight in the clip Eight for them hard looks and eight for that lip It
blinds players, turns them into evil spirits Niggaz die trying to live out these old rap lyrics I try to give it to them just how it come to me Real
the floor Off bran niggaz take they cheese and they hoe Mafio, Mafio, niggaz know, niggas know When them real live G's hit the door, hit the door Don't make, don't
staggerin just like a bottle of beer You niggaz runnin from the cops, well I ain't runnin no mo' I flip the bird when I swerve, man, FUCK them hoes I
them rattic causin' static, bring me my A U T O matic Oh, niggaz wanna se how we ride Bitch, you know the muthafuckin' side, world muthafuckin' wide Make yo' hustle official and them niggaz
the crowd go ah-ooh aah 'cause you know you fucked up They don't wanna see me, nicknamed the realest Don't believe me, ask them Adamsvillers, this A-T
6, tell them playahaters to suck yo dick, get mad like a bitch 'Cuz they shit ain't droppin' hits Rule 7, aww naw, now that should've been 1 Don't eva
1/2 oz in the motherfuckin house My niggaz on the run in the motherfuckin house Lil hawk and burn in the motherfuckin house, geyeah And ain't no love
changed Ain't nothin but a thang, keep it real mayne Timer timer (timer timer) Uhh, yeah, that's my nogga sprinkle thee Paper chasin steady flowin to the dome It ain't
, rep yo city Rep yo city, fuck that shit My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe My niggaz
em off like that Divin up in them hoes mayne and treatin them hoes like rats Niggaz don't really know that I'm so sincere about this here Niggaz don't
'em stiff and froze my foes and hit 'em like Rose in China snow Wanna see the costs of the bosses comin' to toss it Ain't no losses, ain't no crosses
So what you niggaz ain't know (UH OHHH!), bitch we riders We keep our pistols real close beside Every nigga down wit' me ain't scared to ride Fuckin' thug niggaz
order to earn Y'all niggaz don't learn, I ain't concerned by far Spit six bars like gem-star, stitches and scars Niggaz dry snitchin', yo, they intuition
Bust they dirty-ass drawers off and had them bitch niggaz hauled off [Chorus] [Outlawz] My whole family been raised, on shit that ain't okay Ain't
't let them see ya cry Dry your eyes, young nigga, time to do or die I pack a pistol in my pocket, ready on my glock Ain't no time for a nigga to even
Rule number one, niggaz die, daily Hear me, boo-yaow, ready 4 whatever, Hell yeah What type nigga be a Thug Life nigga? Them Thug Life niggaz be the craziest