D-Capo - Thug Life lyrics

(*Al Pacino in Scarface*) You're all a bunch of f**ing a**holes, you know why You don't have the guts, to be what you wanna be You need people like me, so you can point your f**ing fingers And say that's the bad guy, well say goodnight to the bad guy [Z-Ro] Think that I would die, n***a never will I fall off Approach me if you feeling lucky, be the next to get hauled off My attitude, be switching like a stick shift Better beware my fury military minded, I've become so sick b**h Sit, is what I tell my pit Automatic fully loaded b**h, make him comfortable when I sell my sh** I'm all alone, cause I don't know who to trust But give me a choice between real and fake, I'm gon know who to bust But if they bust me I ain't tripping, I know my d**h is coming I'm ready to creep the grim reaper, it ain't no sense in running Now n***as know that I'm everlasting, forever blasting my enemies f** having a vision, of a motherf**er k**ing me I'm Presidential, a motherf**ing bad actor Trying to hog up everything, like a jacker f** stay in the FED, I roll one deep with my infrarizzed Leaving a bald spot, in a Z-Ro hater's head [Hook] I live the thug life, b**h on the cut I'm all alone I'm socializing with the b**hes, never bringing em home I live the thug life, a soldier with a gun late at night Everybody bring me they soft, because I bake it right I live the thug life, b**h all this moving get you shot I been known to help n***as make it, to they burial plot I live the thug life, better believe me I bet I be on that doja, everytime you see me (*Al Pacino in Scarface*) You're not good, you just know how to hide And lie, me I don't have that problem Me, I always tell the truth even when I lie [D-Capo] Since an adolescent, I been on the grind on the mash And a mill' with that, with slugs to your a** Trying to get five thousand, Bennjy Franks in the stash Double it up, I got a mill on they a** Call me Capeezy, Mr. Get It Fast It be cheesy, deuce better 'fore they crash I'm thug life baby, I ain't gotta wear a mask Just run up in your do', and hit you like the task I'm G'd up, P-R, have you touched in a flash Presidential Crestmob, Capo mind ten With quadruple grands, cause the 16's hot Elevn hundred grams, when the 16's drop I'm posted to the block, some'ing like a cell block Thet cops yeah they watch, but I gotta sell out Cause hell on my son, gotta get him what he need So I'm hustler extroardinaire, thug life G [Hook] [Viscious] You can catch us in a houptie fo' deep, we all broke dog Ass out got the blues, so we smoke dog Wish I had a nine pack, but I got a nine millimeter Desert Eagle, you know it ain't legal I meditate the evil thoughts, I'm bout to start some'ing First I feel a head rush, then I feel my heart pump Go and get it, gotta have it where it's at n***a Get down on the ground, get flat n***a f** tomorrow it ain't promised, it's some crap sh** n***as trap you, b**hes will strike you n***as die young die dumb, never learn You can't run, when it's your motherf**ing turn I been praying for a way to stay out, escape these streets Will I survive, how will I eat So I keep waking up, wishing for a out Gotta find a new life, find another route whoo [Hook] (*Al Pacino in Scarface*) Make way for the bad guy, there's a bad guy coming through Better make way