I said, I'm +Corporate Thuggin+

C-T-E!!

Until the day I die, dat's the way it's gon' be

Thug Motivation, I'm bumpin' in my 3

Blowin' on some killa shit dat I got from Zone 3

Blowin' Orange Mile, yeah we call it Tennessee

I'm good in err' hood, err' body know me

So don't wake me up, I swear to God I'm dreamin'

Pray fo' Uncle Ray, yeah dat nigga still beamin'

Lookin' fly in the cock pit, a nigga still leanin'

Money out here, so a nigga still schemin'

And I don't make music, but the muthafuckin' critics

They don't understand 'cause they ain't muthafuckin' livin' it

And I ain't trippin' on +The Source+, I got a muthafuckin' +plug+

Keepin' 5 mics, I'm still a mothafuckin' thug

Now, the question is - CAN A NIGGA REALLY RAP?

And they ask you - IS YOU EVA BEEN TO THE TRAP?

Bitch I make hits, you niggas waste time

And I be Goddamn if I let chu waste mine

Like change fo' the betta, but I'm still strapped

Trigga-happy nigga, don't make me relapse

Attitude like "Fuck It!" - they hatin' anyway

And I can give a fuck what a nigga gotta say

YOU STILL TALKIN' BLOW? - YOU GOD DAMN RIGH!

What else I'm gon' say dat's my mu'fuckin' life

I just left Jamaica I'm talkin' Nachos Rios

Sippin' margaritas on the beach in my Adidas

Brought a few pills but dats only fo' the skeezas

Used my black car but dat's only fo' the reefa

Wussuh! (Let's go)





Not a day go by, dat I ain't high

Hit the mall err'day, nigga I stay fly

26 inches, yeah I'm sittin' up high

And I'ma keep it hood, hommie dat's no lie



Not a day go by, dat I ain't high

Hit the mall err'day, nigga I stay fly

Get it how we live, yeah we try to get by

We throw it all in the air, baby dat's no lie

Wussuh!





Blood Raw! Everybody love me (Yay-Uh!!)

Blowin' on Jamaica, the boy +Corporate Thuggin+

Glasses in the air, everybody toastin'

Gettin' fucked up nigga, everybody totin' (Oooh)

Posted wit a broad, yeah she blacka then an African (Yeah)

Hair down her back, like she mixed wit Italian (Haha..)

Mamii so thick, man she look like a stallion

Introduced her to my patna - yeah it's on, so what's happenin'





Wha's hann'in!

Dead presidents (Ch'yah!), brief-case full of 'em

Couldn't take a chance, we do it fo' the love of 'em (C'monn!)

Livin' life fast (Yah!), we do it fo' the rush of it

Rubberband stacks, we do it fo' the touch of it (Okayye!)

This shit don't stop (Stop!)

Corporate Thuggin' nigga 'till my casket drop (Yah!)

Yams in the booth did the same on the block

Don't blame me, I'm just trynna get a knot (Nah!)

U-S-D-AYE!