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Thug Life Livin' On Wincott - feat. DJ WhiteMilk
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Genre
Hip-Hop Hardcore Rap
Charts
Peak #2,050
Peak in subgenre #322
Author
War Machine and DJ WhiteMilk
Rights
2009
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January 29, 2011
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MP3 4.8 MB 128 kbps 5:13
Lyrics
War Machine: Yeah we thugs, pumpin slugs and watch your graves get dug On my block get mugged, takin all these lives, yeah we pullin plugs This war machine will f*** you up if you think you’re tough, had enough? Well I’m blastin til your brain erupts Livin round here, these streets are an inferno of fear Believe me when I appear you better stay clear, cause if you get on my nerves you’re gonna disappear I got a bad temper, my rage raises the motherf*** in temperature I’m a rupture that you can’t cover, and I’ll leave you in a dumpster with your parents left to wonder why you never came home These streets I own, sittin on my thrown, and let it be known that I fight alone I don’t need a gang, I’m a lone ranger bringin the bang, I’ll let your life hang from a thing thread Behed ya, let all ya blood shed now ya dead, the streets run red as these f*** ers get thrashed Smashed bashed and trashed, we clashed, they shoulda dashed, lives mashed up and crashed Not even a gun had to blast, cause I don’t need a gun, with my strength I don’t need a weapon I could kill all you bustas while I’m f*** in restin. And nothins preventin my mission If I’m put in the position to begin some killin cause im willin to hold it down Get at me, you won’t last a round, listen to the sound as your face smashes into the ground But enough about me, I’m only the biggest problem If you see a pussy, then some gangstas gon’ rob em’ Livin on wincott tryna survive, but I aint neva gon die yeah, imma stay alive Thug life livin on wincott Runnin from the cops and I ain’t neva gonna get caught X2 DJ WhiteMilk: It was tough from day one, my mom told me when I was young Life ain’t easy, you’re gonna struggle some It’s gonna be hard around here, for you my son You mess up once, and your life is done She lay me to bed and then she sung Thug Life livin on wincott, runnin from the cops and I ain’t neva gonna get caught And I remember All you motherf*** ers that I ever fought All ya asses got dropped, in the f*** in parking lot As I grew olda, I had to toughen up Messed with a cop, and got shot in the shoulda I was hard just like a boulda, realize now that I shoulda said stop What can I do? Now that it’s over I didn’t listen, and now I’m locked up But yo, ain’t nothing new, I got enemies too Like a gangstas fate, hatas live to discriminate They walk around and hate, but let me tell you They’re all clowns, jokes on them Cause this is my town, they smilein now Soon to be frowns, as I drop a few rounds and watch their bodies drop down Was raised on the streets, rappin to war machine’s beats Can’t count my defeats, cause I ain’t got none You ever see me, you better learn to run Unless you can face, the bullets from my gun Thug Life livin on Wincott, Runnin from the cops and I aint neva gonna get caught Thug Life livin on Wincott, Runnin from the cops and I aint neva gonna get caught War: War Machine and DJ WhiteMilk, yeah we straight thugs Puttin bullet holes in ya motherf*** in lungs Milk: Ya ears get rung from my gun, no time to run Yeah, this is how you do it son War: When you ride by west side, get ready for ya homicide You’d think that I lied, but you gonna die Both: So say bye bye, to your family, bout time you knew, not to f*** with me This the way the streets be, thugged out on a killing spree And I won’t stop gunnin, til my boys in the pen are freed Milk: Livin by a gangstas creed, sproutin like a f*** in seed, growin like a weed Don’t you know that I feed off, your pain and sorrow, you won’t live to see tomorrow War: I’m gonna borrow your life permanently, as your soul follows me into eternity, Infinitely holdin down my block, dodging all this fire but I ain’t never getting shell shocked, unlocked, a ticking time bomb ready to explode, try f*** in with me You’re gonna need to get sewed, up Both: Then I’ll come and tear apart your stitches, cut your dick off, so you won’t be f*** in no
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