Alright now, here we go
Tell me, how many real motherf**kers feel me? I smoke a blunt
and freak the funk until these jealous motherf**kers kill me
I’m out the gutter, pick a hero
I’m 165 and staying high til I die, my competion’s zero
Cause I could give a f**k about you, better duck
Or I’ll be forced to hit yo ass up I give a f**k
I’m sick inside my mind, why you sweatin me?
It’s gonna take an army full of crooked ass cops to come and get me
Niggaz know I ain’t the one to sleep on, I’m under pressure
Gotta sleep with my piece, an extra clip beside my dresser
Word to God I’ve been ready to die since I was born
I don’t want no shit but niggaz trip and yo it’s on
Open fire on my adversaries, don’t even worry
Better have on a vest aim for the chest and then you buried
It’s a man’s world, niggaz get played, another stray
Hope I live to see another day, hey
I’m getting sweated by these undercovers, who can I trust?
Got my mama stressin thinkin it’s a drug bust
Gotta get paid but all the drama that’s attached
We living a Drug Life, Thug Life, each day could be my last
Will I blast when it’s time to shoot? Don’t even ask
That’s the consequences when ya livin, fast
Six bricks of tricks, for my niggaz, I gotta come up
and recoup, you keep the dope just bring me six figures
Is it a bust? I hear the sirens, run for cover
over the fence and open fire
«Alright now, here we go»
These motherf**kers on my ass I’m in traffic, will it be tragic?
I’m comin round the corner like I’m Magic
Doin ninety on the freeway, and hittin switches
In a high speed chase with these punk bitches
Don’t turn around I ain’t givin up, cause they don’t worry me
Pussy ass bitches better bury me
Runnin outta gas time to park it, I’m on foot
We in the hood, how the f**k they gon catch a crook? Haha
I got away cause I’m clever
Went to my neighbors for a favor now you know players stick together
I watch the scene from the rooftop, spittin loogies
at the coppers that persue me, beotch!
I be a hustler til it’s over, motherf**ker
Open fire on you bustas
«Alright now, here we go»
Don’t try to follow me, I’m headed outta state
I gotta pay my f**kin bills, so I’m transportin weight
Change my plates, pick up my nigga, and now we rollin
Droppin keys like they stolen, hehe
Tell me who do you fear? I’m outta town until the coast is clear
Enough dope to last a year
They got me running from the police, nowhere to go
With the lights out, rollin down a dirt road
But I ain’t goin alive, I’d rather die than be a convict
I’d rather fire on my target
I hit the corner doing ninety, ahhhh shit!
Them bitches right behind me
They take a shot and hit my f**kin tires
Now, jump out the car then I open fire, sucka!
Hahahaha, Thug Life!
Alright now, here we go
Tell me, how many real motherf**kers feel me? I smoke a blunt
and freak the funk until these jealous motherf**kers kill me
I’m out the gutter, pick a hero
I’m 165 and staying high til I die, my competion’s zero
Cause I could give a f**k about you, better duck
Or I’ll be forced to hit yo ass up I give a f**k
I’m sick inside my mind, why you sweatin me?
It’s gonna take an army full of crooked ass cops to come and get me
Niggaz know I ain’t the one to sleep on, I’m under pressure
Gotta sleep with my piece, an extra clip beside my dresser
Word to God I’ve been ready to die since I was born
I don’t want no shit but niggaz trip and yo it’s on
Open fire on my adversaries, don’t even worry
Better have on a vest aim for the chest and then you buried
It’s a man’s world, niggaz get played, another stray
Hope I live to see another day, hey
I’m getting sweated by these undercovers, who can I trust?
Got my mama stressin thinkin it’s a drug bust
Gotta get paid but all the drama that’s attached
We living a Drug Life, Thug Life, each day could be my last
Will I blast when it’s time to shoot? Don’t even ask
That’s the consequences when ya livin, fast
Six bricks of tricks, for my niggaz, I gotta come up
and recoup, you keep the dope just bring me six figures
Is it a bust? I hear the sirens, run for cover
over the fence and open fire
«Alright now, here we go»
These motherf**kers on my ass I’m in traffic, will it be tragic?
I’m comin round the corner like I’m Magic
Doin ninety on the freeway, and hittin switches
In a high speed chase with these punk bitches
Don’t turn around I ain’t givin up, cause they don’t worry me
Pussy ass bitches better bury me
Runnin outta gas time to park it, I’m on foot
We in the hood, how the f**k they gon catch a crook? Haha
I got away cause I’m clever
Went to my neighbors for a favor now you know players stick together
I watch the scene from the rooftop, spittin loogies
at the coppers that persue me, beotch!
I be a hustler til it’s over, motherf**ker
Open fire on you bustas
«Alright now, here we go»
Don’t try to follow me, I’m headed outta state
I gotta pay my f**kin bills, so I’m transportin weight
Change my plates, pick up my nigga, and now we rollin
Droppin keys like they stolen, hehe
Tell me who do you fear? I’m outta town until the coast is clear
Enough dope to last a year
They got me running from the police, nowhere to go
With the lights out, rollin down a dirt road
But I ain’t goin alive, I’d rather die than be a convict
I’d rather fire on my target
I hit the corner doing ninety, ahhhh shit!
Them bitches right behind me
They take a shot and hit my f**kin tires
Now, jump out the car then I open fire, sucka!
Hahahaha, Thug Life!
My Block
They got a nigga shedding tears, reminiscin on my past fears
Cause shit was hectic for me last year
It appears that I’ve been marked for death
My heartless breath, the underlying cause of my arrest
My life is stressed, and no rest forever weary
My eyes stay teary for all the brothers that are buried in the cemetery
Shit’s scary, our black on black crime legendary
But at times necessary, I’m gettin worried
Teardrops and closed caskets, the three strikes law is drastic
And certain death for us ghetto bastards
What can we do when we’re arrested, but open fire
Life in the pen ain’t for me, cause I’d rather die
But don’t cry through your despair
I wonder if the Lord still cares, for us niggas on welfare
And who cares if we survive
The only time they notice a nigga is when he clutchin on a four-five
My neighborhood ain’t the same
Cause all the little babies goin crazy and they sufferin in the game
And I swear it’s like a trap
But I ain’t given up on the hood it’s all good when I go back
Hoes show me love, niggas give me props
Forever hop cause it don’t stop… on my block
Living life is but a dream
Hard times is all we see (on my block)
Every block is kinda mean
But on our block we still prayyyyyy
But on our block we still prayyyyyy…
Now shit’s constantly hot, on my block, it never fails to be gunshots
Can’t explain a mother’s pain, when her son drops
Black male slipping in hell when will we prevail
Fearing jail but crack sales got me living well
In a sense I’m suicidal with this Thug’s Life
Staying strapped forever trapped in this drug life
God help me, cause I’m starving, can’t get a job
So I resort to violent robberies, my life is hard
Can’t sleep cause all the dirt make my heart hurt
Put in work and shed tears for my dead peers
Mislead from childhood where I went astray
Till this day I still pray for a better way
Can’t help but feel hopeless and heartbroke
From the start I felt the racism cause I’m dark
Couldn’t quit the bullshit make me represent
Hit the bar and played the star, everywhere I went
In my heart, I felt alone out here on my own
I close my eyes and picture home… on my block
Living life is but a dream
Hard times is all we see (on my block)
Every block is kinda mean
But on our block we still prayyyyyy
But on our block we still prayyyyyy…
And I can’t help but wonder why, so many young kids had to die
Caught strays from AK’s and the driveby
Swollen pride and homicide, don’t coincide
Brothers cry for broken lives, mama come inside
Cause our block is filled with danger
Used to be a close knit community but now we’re all cold strangers
Time changes us to stone them crack pipes
All up and down the block exterminating black life
But I can’t blame the dealers
My mama’s welfare check has brought the next man chrome wheels
Shit’s real, I know ya feel, my tragedy
A single mother with a problem child, daddy free
Hanging out picking up game, sipping cheap liquor
Gamin the hoochies hoping I can get to sleep with her
It’s a man’s world, staying strapped
Fantasies of a nigga living phat, but held back
Pipe dreams can make the night seem hopeless
Wide eyed and losing focus… on my block
Living life is but a dream
Hard times is all we see (on my block)
Every block is kinda mean
But on our block we still prayyyyyy
But on our block we still prayyyyyy…
And block parties in the projects lasting way past daylight
A young nigga learned to break night
Used to play fight with my homies but they stuck in the pen
I send them ends, but it’s tough on a friend, in my mind
I see the same motherfuckers balling
Alcohol will make a lazy nigga slip and fall, miss his call
I know the young niggas understand this
Growing up in this world where everything is scandalous
I reminisce on the fast times, past crimes
Trying to cop a slice of pizza with my last dime
Can’t explain, just what attracts me to this dirty game
Gold chains, some extra change, and the street fame
And what’s strange is everybody knows my name, swear they all know me
And lots of cash make a nigga change
I hit the green just to maintain, feeling pain
For all the niggas that I lost to the game… from my block
Living life is but a dream
Hard times is all we see (on my block)
Every block is kinda mean
But on our block we still prayyyyyy
But on our block we still prayyyyyy…
Мой Квартал
Возможно, наша жизнь – всего лишь мечта.
Мы застали только плохие времена (в моём квартале).
Все кварталы в общем-то похожи.
Но мы всё ещё молимся за наш квартал…
Но мы всё ещё молимся за наш квартал…
Возможно, наша жизнь – всего лишь мечта.
Мы застали только плохие времена (в моём квартале).
Все кварталы в общем-то похожи.
Но мы всё ещё молимся за наш квартал…
Но мы всё ещё молимся за наш квартал…
Меня поражает, почему так много детей погибает
От автоматных очередей, выпущенных из проезжающих машин?
Распухшая гордость и убийство – не одно и тоже.
Братья плачут из-за сломанных жизней. Мама, не стой на улице,
Ведь наш квартал полон опасностей.
Он был тесно связанным сообществом, но теперь мы все равнодушные незнакомцы.
Время сделало нас каменными.
Крэк убивает чёрных по всему кварталу,
Но я не могу винить дилеров.
Своим пособием моя мать подарила очередному мужику хромированные диски (3).
Вот такое дерьмо творится. Я знаю, вы понимаете мою трагедию.
Мать-одиночка с проблемным ребёнком,
Который шатается по улице, потягивая дешёвое бухло,
Флиртует с тёлками в надежде переспать с ними.
Это мужской мир, он такой же опасный, как и был раньше.
Ниггер фантазирует о богатой жизни, но попридержи коней.
Пустые мечты могут заставить ночь казаться безнадёжной.
Широко раскрытые глаза теряют фокус… В моём квартале.
Возможно, наша жизнь – всего лишь мечта.
Мы застали только плохие времена (в моём квартале).
Все кварталы в общем-то похожи.
Но мы всё ещё молимся за наш квартал…
Но мы всё ещё молимся за наш квартал…
Вечеринки в квартале длились до утра,
Так что молодой ниггер научился проводить бессонные ночи.
Раньше я тусил с друзьями, но теперь они в тюрьме.
Помогаю им сводить концы с концами, но им тяжело. В своих мыслях
Я вижу их всё теми же, какими они были.
Алкоголь делает ниггера ленивым, заставляет его упускать шансы.
Я знаю, что молодые ниггеры понимают,
Что такое вырасти в этом мире, полном лжи и скандалов.
Вспоминаю лихое прошлое, преступные дела,
Когда я пытался купить кусок пиццы на последние десять центов.
Не могу объяснить, что привлекает меня в этой грязной игре.
Золотые цепи, наличность, уличная слава.
И что странно – все знают моё имя. Клянусь, они все меня знают.
Большие деньги меняют ниггера.
Догоняюсь травой и чувствую боль
За всех тех ниггеров, которых я потерял в этой игре… Из моего квартала
Возможно, наша жизнь – всего лишь мечта.
Мы застали только плохие времена (в моём квартале).
Все кварталы в общем-то похожи.
Но мы всё ещё молимся за наш квартал…
Но мы всё ещё молимся за наш квартал…