text: Follow me, tell me if you feel me
  I think niggas is tryin to kill me
  Picturin pistols, spittin hollow points til they drill me
  Keepin it real, and even if I do conceal
  My criminal thoughts, preoccupied with keepin steel
  See, niggas is false, sittin in court, turned snitches
  That used to be real, but now they petrified bitches
  Im tryin to be strong, they sendin armies out to bomb me
  Listen to Ron, the only DJ that can calm me
  Constantly armed, my firepower keep me warm
  Im trapped in the storm and fuck the world til Im gone
  Bitches be warned: word is bond, youll get torn
  Im bustin on Giuliani, he rubbin my niggas wrong
  And then its on, before I leave, picture me
  Im spittin at punk bitches and hustlin to be free
  Watch me set it, niggas dont want it, you can get it
  Bet it make these jealous niggas mad I said it
  This thug life nigga, we dont cater to you hoes
  Fuck with me and have a hundred motherfuckers at yo do with 44s
  Hahahahaha, yeah, nigga! Thug Life!
  In the sanctuary, I just banged a jezzy
  Ive got her coming back like Makaveli
  She wanna stay the night, I wanna lay the pipe
  Late at night, big dick shes got stage fright
  Next day she was limping, scrimping
  Plush restaurants, weve got the shrimp in
  Theyre acting like theyve never seen a Paki pimping, stinking
  Connect dont speak, hes just blinking
  Cocaine I was sprinkling
  Pimp that bitch out until shes wrinkling
  Looking for a pie to put my finger in, mingling
  When I was in pen I could hear the keys jingling, tingling
  Smoking on Mimosa, just ate a samosa, I tell her come closer
  This fast ting aint fitting in the holster, no Sir, sticky like a poster
  Weve got mob ties like La Cosa Nostra, hit you with the toaster
  Im hard, Jehovah said Im barred from the pearly gates
  Fuck Him, I didnt wanna go to heaven anyway
  But my momma got me on my knees with my hands gripped
  Talkin bout some praise the Lord shit
  Hail Mary, fuck her, I never knew her
  Id probably screw her and dump her body in the sewer
  Our father, my pops stuck up dope spots big, black, and mean
  With the fifth by the Gabardine
  What you expected from his next of kin
  Im loco bro, but aint no Mexican
  I got nines in the bedroom, Glocks in the kitchen
  A shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while Im shittin
  The lesson from the Smith & Wesson is depressin
  Niggas keep stressin, the same motherfuckin question
  How many shots does it take, to make my heart stop
  And my body start to shake, Ron G, stop the break
  I be that young, pretty fly, smooth, glorious kid
  A Bad Boy, just like Notorious B.I.G
  Ill Roc-a-Fella like Shawn Carter
  With more game than Ron Harper
  The bomb sparker rapper slash charm robber
  While yall be on the corners bummy and high
  I be out buyin the finest shit money can buy
  You wish you was in a position that Im in
  Hot rhymin, diamonds shinin, autograph signin
  My lifestyle is far out
  Every week, bring a different car out
  I go to nightclubs and buy the bar out
  Uh, cause I keep cream, Im large on the street scene
  Every time I touch mics you hear all the freaks scream
  Yeah, yeah; Big L, Harlems finest, yeah
  That nigga who hold it down for Uptown
  Hahahaha, this how we do it out here
  On this underground real shit nigga, its the heat nigga
  Now rewind this motherfucker, you know you cant help it
  Deadly combination bwoy