Rule number one, ni**az die, daily
Hear me, boo-yaow, ready 4 whatever, Hell yeah
What type ni**a be a Thug Life ni**a?
Them Thug Life ni**az be the craziest, run up ni**a

There`s no way to survive in the city it`s a shame
Ni**az die from my hollow-point bullet to the brain
Will I survive or will I die is what I wonder
Puffin` on blunts and gettin` drunk to keep from goin` under

Gettin` lost in the madness, blunted gettin` tipsy
Got my pistol out the window screamin`, "Lord come and get me"
Am I sick, or am I just another victim?
Unloadin` my clip, I`m watchin` every bullet spit when I kick `em

Ni**az die from automatic gunfire
Your time to expire, nobody cry every man gotta die
When they bury me, they bury me a G
Rest in peace, to all the homies got to Heaven before me

Pour some liquor on the curb for the ni**az that`s caught
Had a motherf**kin` ward but he didn`t go to court
God damn, and one day we`ll all be together
Until then I`m ready 4 whatever, c`mon

Yeah, ni**az movin` somethin` in the nine-trey
It`s all about makin` money, gettin` yours
And knockin` coppers off the motherf**kin` planet
Word to the motherf**kin` nine ni**a
We gonna make this motherf**ker ours
If they don`t feel me, they gon` kill me
So Syke, get skanless ni**a

Am I going to Hell or will I reach Heaven?
After all this s**t I did with my Mac-11
Did I sell my soul? Mama woulda saved me
That`s the way that daddy raised me

Oh God, help me I`m losin` it
So f**k it, take me I`m doin` it
I need to change and look for a better way
I got a hundred round clip to my AK

Commitin` sins I might die in vain
So f**k it, we`ll live off the street fame
God didn`t send me in the right direction
I`m gettin` hit by a diesel in the intersection

I know you`re out there help a young brother
`Til then I`ma smoke motherf**kers
Things wouldn`t be so bad
If we got the things that we never had, I`m ready 4 whatever

That`s my motherf**kin` ni**a there
Big ballin` ass Syke
Yeah ni**a, you schooled them young bustas
On how it is to be a real motherf**kin` G
In the nine-trey motherf**kers is dyin` daily so you best be packin`
If you ain`t, boo-yaow motherf**ker

Dear mama I know you worry `cause I`m hardly at home
Every other night in jail, got you patient by the phone
Wanna shake it `cause I can`t take it got me livin` in Hell
Like I`m walkin` with a secret that`ll kill me if I tell

I live the Thug Life and can`t nobody, change me
Not to the brain, going insane, just a part of the game
So much caine in the fast lane, finally a dry eye
When I die, bury me with my fo`-five

And let the devil feel the wrath of a ni**a
Goin` to Hell with my finger on the trigger
Now everybody`s starin`
Got a ni**a losin` hair and they wonder if I`m all there

Well, don`t blame me, blame the flame that flickers
When ni**az gettin` richer, mo` money
Now tell me if you wanna live forever
Ni**az dyin` so be ready 4 whatever

Yeah, ready 4 whatever
Ready 4 whatever
Thug Life ni**az and we be ready 4 whatever
Let me go like this, ready 4 whatever
Huh, Big Syke he be ready 4 whatever
My ni**a Kato, ready 4 whatever
Pain, he`s ready 4 whatever

And my ni**a Bam Bam, he ready 4 whatever
My ni**a Banks just be ready 4 whatever
Modu, he`s ready 4 whatever
Big Serg, we ready 4 whatever
Charlie Tango, ready 4 whatever
My ni**a Pac, be ready 4 whatever
Yeah, ready 4 whatever
Ready 4 whatever

My big-ballin` ass ni**a Boom, ready 4 whatever fo` sho`
Yeah, you know
This how the player`s do it
I know you standin` there confused
You wonderin`, what type of ni**a is a Thug Life ni**a?
Yeah hehehe ni**a, we be the ballin` player-ass ni**a
About gettin` riches, bitches and plenty loc`
Ready 4 whatever