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mun uus kulta <3333

say you want it
but you bullshitin'
lickin' them lips
you got me about to act a fool quick
sippin' on some Alazay and Chrystal
meanwhile
buy me a drink
and get to winking at me
she smiles
our niggas full of passion
Satisfaction is everlastin'
Now there's a fear ?
what i'm askin'
while i'm rubbin' on that ass
why you laughin' ?
see, i'm diggin' as if i'm curious
full blown and furious
baby get a grip
when I be doin' this
It's so physical
my attraction
driven by alchol
beware of my reaction
baby i'm goin' to war
thugged out on Death Row
You better recognize
and picture what I said so
Now you can feel it
it's a poiton for my niggas in motion
forever blastin'
bitches ain't ready for this Thug Passion

I'm a soldier, i'm a soldier, i'm a soldier, i'm a soldier...

Yo', never was a thug, just infatuated with guns,
never was a gangsta, 'til I graduated to one,
and got the rep of a villain, for weapon concealin',
took the image of a thug, kept shit appealin',
willin' to stick out my neck, for respect if it meant life or death,
never live to regret what I said,
when you're me, people just want to see,
if it's true, if it's you, what you say in your rap's, what you do,
so they feel, as part of your obligation to fulfill,
when they see you on the streets, face to face, are you for real,
in confrontation ain't no conversation, if you feel you're in violation,
any hesitation'll get you killed, if you feel it, kill it,
if you conceal it, reveal it, being reasonable will leave you full of bullets,
pull it, squeeze it, till it's empty, tempt me, push me, pussies,
I need a good reason to give this trigger a good squeeze...

Barely raised by my dysfunctional fam'
Here I stand as a dysfunctional man
Quick temper, short fuse, and pissed at God
Demons pullin' at my soul 'till its ripped apart
Sick as fuck, mama that fire I started it
Fuck the fireman logic of the closet while the wire shit
What's positive 'bout a father that busts nuts
Then bust up, and a mama that don't show her son enough love
That's why I run from my first son
And force these chicken head bitches to get abortions
I married the game, my mistress is fame
My girl packed her clothes, shit she know I ain't gon' change
Go insane in the world, evil is yours
I done shot at houses, people and cars
The deeper the scars, the worst is the history
God you ain't gotta forgive me, just don't forget me, you hear me?


Lord forgive me, for I've sinned
Over and over again, just to stay ontop
I recall memories, filled with sin
Over and over again, and again

i keep my mind on my money,money on my mind
finga on the trigga,nigga,hand on my nine
smokin blunts a skunk,makin hoes of punks
and only underground funk bumpin outta my trunk
live my life as a hustla,high till i die
meetin bitches,gettin riches,miss me when lie
picture me living out my life as a busta
i ratha pop out a shot out my glock,and blast muthafuckas
i live that thug life baby im hopeless,chokin off indo
tryin to keep my focus
dont let that bullshit worry me,fuck the fame,im true to the game
till they bury me
God gave me game so im hustlin,pour out some liqour for my niggas
2pac is still strugglin
my niggga breed new the time,wether its ryhme or crime,nigga,i gotta get mine

Man, fuck the world..
Damn, they wanna label me a menace
cause I'm sittin here sippin on Guinness
Weighin 165, and these tricks should die
for bein jealous of a brother when he rides
I can see it in yo' eyes, you wanna see a young playa fallin
They hate to see a nigga ballin
Some of you suckers is rottin, plottin on what I got
And then you wonder why I shot him (boo-ya!)
Stop givin game for free, you wanna hang with me
like being a thug is the thang to be?
But I got love for my homies, the G's and macks
And if you're black, you better stay strapped
Nigga, fuck the world!

i keep my mind on my money,money on my mind
finga on the trigga,nigga,hand on my nine
smokin blunts a skunk,makin hoes of punks
and only underground funk bumpin outta my trunk
live my life as a hustla,high till i die
meetin bitches,gettin riches,miss me when lie
picture me living out my life as a busta
i ratha pop out a shot out my glock,and blast muthafuckas
i live that thug life baby im hopeless,chokin off indo
tryin to keep my focus
dont let that bullshit worry me,fuck the fame,im true to the game
till they bury me
God gave me game so im hustlin,pour out some liqour for my niggas
2pac is still strugglin
my niggga breed new the time,wether its ryhme or crime,nigga,i gotta get mine

Shit, tired of gettin shot at
Tired of gettin chased by the police and arrested
Niggaz need a spot where WE can kick it
A spot where WE belong, that's just for us
Niggaz ain't gotta get all dressed up and be Hollywood
Y'knahmean? Where do niggaz go when we die?
Ain't no heaven for a thug nigga
That's why we go to thug mansion
That's the only place where thugs get in free and you gotta be a G
... at thug mansion

Can you picture my prophecy?
Stress in the city, the cops is hot for me
The projects is full of bullets, the bodies is droppin
There ain't no stoppin me
Constantly movin while makin millions
Witnessin killings, leavin dead bodies in abandoned buildings
Carries to children cause they're illin
Addicted to killin and the appeal from the cap peelin
Without feelin, but will they last or be blasted?
Hard headed bastard
Maybe he'll listen in his casket -- the aftermath
More bodies being buried -- I'm losing my homies in a hurry
They're relocating to the cemetary
Got me worried, stressin, my vision's blurried
The question is will I live? No one in the world loves me
I'm headed for danger, don't trust strangers
Put one in the chamber whenever I'm feelin this anger
Don't wanna make excuses, cause this is how it is
What's the use unless we're shootin no one notices the youth
It's just me against the world baby

I spend my days and nights not knowin if, strays in flight
gon' finally catch me, it's the good life, can you hear me?
Clearly over the edge, soon as I wake up
Last night we off the hook, doin way too much
But it's the fast lane only, big dealin big ceiling
All for the money, some kill some squeal
All for the money, most ain't even real
but we still call 'em homies, now what the fuck is that?
Fake love, fake thugs are, all in the game
I watch 'em all plot and fall while we come up and gain
Outlaw never surrender is the call when you hear us comin
Better start to get to runnin 'fore my click get to gunnin
Still in the midst of all the stress and pain
I'm still tryin to get a hold of the game, livin that good life