text: All I want is bitches, big-booty bitches
  Used to sell crack, so I could stack my riches
  Now I pack gats to stop all the snitches
  From staying in my business, what is this, relentless
  Approach to know if Im broke or not
  Just cause I joke and smoke a lot
  Dont mean I dont tote the Glock
  16 shots for my niggas in the pen
  Until we motherfucking meet again
  Im doing rhymes now, fuck the crimes now
  Come on the ave, Im real hard to find now
  Cause Im knee-deep in the beats
  In the Land Cruiser Jeep with the MAC-10 by the seats
  For the jackers, the jealous-ass crackers in the blue suits
  Ill make you prove that its bulletproof
  Hold your head, cause when you hit the bricks
  I got gin, mad blunts, and bitches sucking dick
  The funk, baby
  [Chorus 2x}
  They wanna bury me, Im worried, Im losing my mind
  Look down the barrel of my 9, and my visions blurry
  Never will I die, Ill be back
  Reincarnated as a motherfucking mack, put the pistol to my head
  Damned if I dont, and damned if a nigga do
  Now watch a young motherfucker pull the trigger too
  RAISE UP, and dont let them see ya cry
  Dry your eyes, young nigga time for do or die
  I pack a pistol in my pocket, ready on my Glock
  Aint no time for a nigga to even cock shit
  I done seen a motherfucker peep pain
  At point blank range cause he slept on the game
  Aint a damn thing changed, they shakin the dice
  Now roll em if you cant stand pain better hold em
  Cause aint no tellin what ya might roll
  You might fold catch AIDS from a slight cold
  You better live ya life to the fullest
  Be quick to kill a bull got a pistol motherfucker better pull it
  And even if they kill me
  They can never take the life of a young G
  Bitches in the back looking righteous
  In a tight dress, I think I might just
  Hit her with a little Biggie 101, how to tote a gun
  And have fun with Jamaican rum
  Conversation, blunts in rotation
  My man Big Jock got the Glock in his waist and
  Were smoking, drinking, got the hooker thinking
  If money smell bad, then this nigga Biggie stinking
  Is it my charm? I got the hookers eating out my palm
  She grabbed my arm and said Lets leave calm
  Im hitting skins again
  Rolled up another blunt, bought a Heineken
  Niggas start to loc out, a kid got choked out
  Blows was thrown and a fucking fight broke out
  I live Thug Life, and let the money come to me
  Cause they can never take the game from a young G
  Still on parole and Im the first nigga servin
  Pour some liquor on the curb, for my homies that deserve it
  If I wanna make a million, gotta stay dealin
  Kinda boomin round the way, think today I make a killin
  Dressin down like Im dirty, but only on the block
  Just a clever disguise, to keep me runnin from the cops
  Gettin high I think Ill die if I dont get no ends
  Im in a bucket but Im ridin it like its a Benz
  I hit the strip I let my music buck
  Drinkin liquor and Im lookin for a bitch to fuck
  Rather die makin money, than live poor and legal
  As I slang another ounce, I wish it was a kilo
  So I guess you know the story, the rap-side, crack-side
  How I smoked funk, smacked bitches on the backside
  Bed-Stuy: the place where my head rests
  50-shot clip if a nigga want test
  The rocket launcher, Biggie stomped ya
  High as a motherfucking helicopter
  Thats why I pack a Nina, fuck a misdeameanor
  Beating motherfuckers like Ike beat Tina
  They couldnt tell me nothin, they all tried to help me
  The marijuana had my mind gone it wasnt healthy
  I traveled places, caught cases, what a ill year
  I felt the pain and the rain but Im still here
  Never did like the police, let the whole world know
  Now I gets no peace, cause they chasin me down
  And facin me now, what do I do?
  These things that a Thug goes through
  And still I rise