Lyrics
Verse 2
one jigga run while another jigga dies
thug tatted on the chest aint no muthafucka cries
hustle hard to be under the lights
always into the fights from dawn till the mid-nights
selling crack on the cornah
mailbox full of cash is what a jigga wanna
"aint no beat for mercy in heart thats how we raiseup in the hood and die before our time"
all we know is to cash our dreams
drug dealers to extremes
mean dosent matter when you hustle for green $
ammunation for salvation
the same used for the downfall oof the thug-mansion
since nobody cares the math
so we choose to live and die by gat
heat on our back high on hash robbing and killin for cash
till the last breath last
yea