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    Straight out the motherfucking bay
    Here we go

    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

    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


    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 till fade...)

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