Thug Life lyrics

[Intro]
You ain’t talkin bout Glocks you ain’t talkin bout' nun n*gga (Nun)

[Verse]
Don’t come to the block ‘cause you don’t got no face card
I yatted my body, covered up my scars
And I got my pistol out the Ninth Ward
If you don’t got no stick what you here for?
The Drac’ got some kick, I felt it in my core
Anytime that gelato open up my pores
Y’all n*ggas is pus*y, I felt it in my core
Find out where you stay we kickin’ down yo’ door
You ain’t BabyLife EBG you’ll get ignored
Know we got artillery we go to war
That hoe' tried to suck my di*k ‘cause she got bored
On the top of the f*ckin’ AK we got swords
I dugged up the di*k extension, we f*ck whores
My mama found two pistols in that top drawer
Do not touch my Glock b*tch, that is not yours
Do not touch my guap' b*tch, we got nachos
All my pistols havin’ clips full of hollow tips
I come and beat the pus*y up then I dip
Real Double-O, after they said I won't be sh*t
Now she on my di*k, got that pus*y seasick
Hell no we can't link, b*tch I'm playin' defense
Lil' baby got spanked, baby I got even
I'm a Playboy bunny n*gga, I got swiftness
I don't trust my damn partner, gotta keep my distance
These bullets gon' fly like the pigeons
I brought the sticks here just for Tristen
Don't play wit' yo' life, I wouldn't risk it
BabyLife demon, this sh*t gon' get twisted
He got me f*cked up if he think he gon' blitz sh*t
Band gang pop out that cut, it get wicked
I think my finger gettin' itchy
I get to thinkin' 'bout epiphany
Bet you I shoot before they end up blitzin' me
I got the pistol right there where my di*k be
I'm wit' lil' Kilo throwin' up them big B's
I grab that thirty clip, it's in my di*kies
Don't play with this sh*t, n*gga leave you six feet
I f*ck on my b*tch anywhere, them quickies
Broke that hoe' out, she keep trippin 'bout these hickies
Then I cook they block up, they askin' for the recipe
Cut off all my b*tches got no one stressin' me
I'm the DGTO2, they gon' feel me
Think yo' partner got some gut, tell him spill me
Which one of yall f*ck n*ggas be wit' homie?
'Cause I got no problem takin' off yo' tronies
Someone up the score n*gga, up yo' fye
She know that I'm not just another guy
I need some space from the block like a astronaut
I got that glizzy, I get through like picklocks
Sending off shots n*gga, I don't throw rocks
He came to the block n*gga wit' no glizzock
f*ck APD, we don't f*ck wit' no cops
Fake ass drank, man these n*ggas tryna rerock
Devil for real, ain't come with no flock
I'm livin' this "Thug Life", I ain't stuntin' 2Pac
Walk through the chain wit' a shank in my sock
Thug life, n*gga (Thug life)
[Outro]
(Huh, huh, BabyLife)