Yo, 
I grip a black pistol 
you throw grenades I shoot missles 
I pull triggas for fun leavin you wit 
some issues roll you up like tissue 
and flush you down two shots to your 
dome put you six underground that's taller 
than me get madd I'll slap you wit a tip 
got a slugg in ya dome and a slugg in ya lip 
got gats in da jeep right under the seat. 
You want it I'll let you feel on the tip of my 
heat. Now taste it put a bullet in ya mouth now ya 
shakin this is thugg life hommie ain't no time to 
be fakin. While where at the studio they'll be at ya 
funeral rockin Harbor Point gear Thug tears what ya 
hear.(Niggaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa)