Verse one
You can't even picture tho'
examples, and shit ya wrote
I run up on ya faggot ass fast, and slit ya throat
carry my weight like luggage, my bone is thuggish ruggish
it's on from storm, I'm wearin' the teflon vest
rest in born in rubbish, free spots, and Ez spots
rock like Holly Mzots, one of the top notches of the block
and I hardly touch my Pz knots, three point five
thirtys doin' dirty twenty five, to glit money live
I flip, tell'em shit to Nix
hang ya picture, throw'em all that
sippin' on that, you ain't hard that
ah, you fallin' to buildin'
I'm like where's ya heart at
I'm lack as communcations, to the nation I wanna talk
Cuz, bitch wuz born to hawk, won't slove ya town
and get torn apart, times wastin'
Chorus
[Singer]- It's the life that you live, when your hangin' on
bein' a thug, and you tryin' to get you shit off
how do you do it? How do you swing it? (2x)
[Fatal talkin' over chorus]
It's no way out the game
you can't see it
Verse two
The devil don't want me yet, so I pack teks
writin' out my will, wit a black cease a rep
I handle mics, like Hardaway
and never get stripped, bust ya boy shit
when he ridin' on my dick
nigga ya foulin' out, hackin' me wit the wack rhymes
grabin' ya nine, shootin' scared tryin' snatch mine
I murder niggaz, like you on the humble tip
and use murderin' Al, cuz he don't bull shit
they scared of me, so they ran and got they homies
thinkin' the tendaroonies, Fatal dog, I'll lonely
fuck me, just stuck me like you wanna love
I play every co'na , and ain't a damn nigga stuck me
I'm fresh out of jail, an
