Straight out the motherfucking bay
 Here we go
 [2Pac]
 Lord help me, save me, Mama keep praying
 For a young motherfucker trying to duck an early grave
 In the city where ya can't tell the snakes from the fakes
 Fakes from the phonies, enemies of homies
 Around the corner there's another nigga waiting to jack
 He don't know I got a glock 'til his ass get shot
 Like a motherfucking thug disease
 Craving beats like they motherfucking drugs to me, hey
 What's up with bitches trying to screw me? Do me cause I did a movie
 Throw the pussy to me but before they never knew me
 Rather die then let ya play me for a, buster
 And with my glock I'm a plotting ass rotten motherfucker, huh
 Don't let the movie fool ya, let me school ya
 Screaming Thug Life nigga when I do ya
 I'm going crazy, getting dizzy
 And then I suffacate a motherfucking breather bring me back
 I'm telling ya I'm losing it
 [Chorus]
 Said I'm losing my mind
 Losing my mind
 [ X4 ]
 [Big Syke]
 I'm going crazy, niggas can't fade me
 On the real I kill when I step to ya fucking grill
 So let me kick it let me flip it let me get wicked
 I'm not a buster from the hood selling whooped tickets
 I hang with G's flipping keys and smoking weed
 I get the cash and dash and never learn to read
 So fuck a bitch fuck a hoe and I let ya know
 Because they come and go like the wind blows
 What am I giving how I'm living what I'm giving up
 You can take my life and I don't give a fuck
 Cause I'm the trouble most coming from the west coast
 Where the niggas is banging 'til the overdose
 Killers and murderers, psychos and lunatics
 Nobody knows what makes my mind click
 Is it the demons, screaming inside of me?
 Hell no it's just the Thug Life mentallity
 I'm going crazy shit don't phase me
 I'm living like a thug 'til six niggas carry me
 Death is on the trigga so pull it
 I can't take it no more, nigga, I'm losing it
 [Chorus]
 [Spice 1]
 Shit was talking to me, my gat screamed fire
 The bullet told me shoot that motherfucker he's a lier
 I talked to me 3-80 like a bitch on a stroll
 When my niggas try to ????
 Nigga, I can't get fucked in this game I'm a psychopath
 My AK told me to shove him up some niggas ass
 I'm having long conversations with Mr. Millometer
 He's one of my best friends bitch ass nigga eater
 And Miss Mossburg love it in the back trunk
 You know that old school bitch she like to get it funked
 And spitting motherfuckers by the seems
 My grand daddy Mr. AR-15
 By the evil motherfucker
 Talked me into taking over a dope turf and shooting cluckers
 Said he was my only family
 Shoot straight, and please don't jam me
 Got in a fight at the club my gat started talking
 Told me to shut the fuck up and let him do the talking
 I woke up and it was sick to see the guts hang
 I'm going nuts man
 Shit was talking to me
 [Chorus] to fade