text: Yeah, nigga, yeah
  That’s right, baby
  This how we do it
  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 theyre 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 till 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
  Its Thug Life, nigga, we dont cater to you hoes
  Fuck with me, have a hundred muthafuckas at yo do with fo-fos
  Hahahahaha, yeah, nigga
  Thug Life
  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
  A Roc-a-Fella like Shawn Carter
  With more game than Ron Harper
  The bomb sparker, rapper slash armed 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, boy!