Rap, Hip-hop
U SHOULD ALSO PEEP MY MYSPACE 2 C THOSE PICS N NEWEST TRACKS
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Lyrics
Remenissin the beginnin no funds, poor slumbs/
lil homies the elders had fo-fo guns/
Wonder why they malicious? cuz they taken shit/
His momma was always tipsy, poppa was spankin the kid/
Different pictures, picture us wit cheap liquor n bad bitches
on the playground where we used 2 play/
4 youngstas of 9 years old/
Gettin bruised by 3 five-ohs/
Concrete larks, up at 4 cuz we bomb graffities/
No dividents 4 me im takin up shopliftin/
the greediest, of many roads we chose the easiest/
We were smart but the role models were idiots/
We were brought up, caught up in suportin families/
my pops fled, I said momma believe I never leave/
Livin on an emty belly not havin a dinner/
The poverty's turnin me into a habitual sinner/
This is thuglife homie, NO WAY BACK
I never had a job, never rilly needed one/
How 2 keep the pot boilin? The recepie of my slumb/
On a winter day u asked me 4 a lil favor/
Gotta pay the bill we mugged a trick on the cd playa/
OST is the sirens, the movie is the projects/
We hate this, but the pride makes us say we luv this/
Harbor pain, Will I live or will I die?
I aint givin a fuck, puffin a blunt 2 get high/
N if one day I see all the unlucky 2gether/
imma mug em again cuz I didnt get any better/
Ima beast, an animal, the zoo is the federal/
death or slavery destinations im headed 2/
Wish 2 wash my hands but they r forever filthy/
Im hearin screamings: u r guilty, GUILTY!
Feel me? Its only me n u homie/
If I go phoney one day u blow me away/
This is thuglife homie, NO WAY BACK
Im in a blind alley, if u know tell me/
Why? but im sure it aint gonna help me/
My homie said he wants 2 find a roman coin in the dirt/
2 sell it 4 a million n never be puttin in work/
Chasin the paper, never knew where its gonna take ya/
Dont do what I done, Dont do what I done/
Would ask 4 forgiveness but im numb n deaf/
N my momma said son u be dumb till death/
Makin money on addicts, bein an addict of the street/
Everytime I sleep sein dreams of goin legit/
N if I could go back, I would go back/
but the hood never let me go back/
This is thuglife homie, NO WAY BACK
