Plastered Play - Thug life lyrics

Marijuana k** cop , h**n and pill pop, break a smoke out my stock, I'm young and never gon' stop, pull out my gun, your pants plop, move one more your heart stop. Roam around and sell pot. I'm in a gang fight, sneak around em and strike. Roam the streets cause I'm a dwella', sign my sh** to roc-a-fella. Give me a shot And a Wessen, have them b**hes on dressin'. Anaconda, wrestle'n, no gods will be blessin. f** around ill get fun out my rack, so you better pack the stack, or ill be pulling out my Mac, And pump five bullets in your back.I have a friend he jammed his Glock, had a bullet jammed in the stock, left him in shock, got scared and now Handles wet rock. Plastered plays got on the stalk and nothing you can do to mock, cause this rap game I rock. 15 no bed on the clock, cause if I sleep, my body's outlined with chalk. Collects all the petro, so I can afford to ride the metro, have you walking down like d**h row. Down in the basement your body is stowed. Teen From Port aux basques, so you can come kiss my a**, home of the fishing ba**, f** with us and leave you hara**ed. Selling h**n, without the needle, leaving diseases with all the people, doing this ain't mentally stable,but can't make a noose without the cable. There was a snitch on the block who tried to get me caught, think about that twice cause he's shot with my Glock. Sk**ed like and army major, fames so deff I need a f**ing pager, In so deep I'm in f**ing danger. Think I need some meat on my bones, well you haven't seen me stoned, leave a n***as mouth foamed, all my vehicles runs chrome, just like my browser, finish you off like my name is bowser. I'm too young yet to retire, so for the younger n***as to inspire. Set your f**ing school on fire. Best rap since illmatic so guaranteed, might as well fact it. King of hop, til my heart stop. Make your girls cherry pop, and your sister ill start to stalk. Higher than heaven, shouts out to my dead brother Devin. Take a stab at your pastor, just to make hell come faster, and to me it doesn't matter, cause my rhymes keep getting badder. 3..2...1 and my pistoles ready , pull the trigger cause my fingers are always feeling heavy. Precision aim is always deadly. kanye west bong sesh, rap better than the rest, your girls saying I'm the best you belong with me, pick your poison and believe, body filled with Hennessy, close your eyes instead of breathe. Im the filthiest hazard break in your house I'm a juvenile ba*tard. arm in a cast than sue me for hara**ed. pick up the gauges. smoke bomb, can't see me threw hazes Attempted murder ill win no matter what the case is wheres your arm wait its copped and the bloods gone its mopped, my murder spree just won't stop. now don't you forget, carve my name with gilette, im going in to latex. you'll probably cry, theres no need spy cause im going in dry. with your girl friends an*s, im leaving prosperous I saw that b**h in the hall, I stalked her to mall, where her panties will fall and my penis would stall..... I mean get erected because I'm the man she has selected. Well more like self elected since man that last line was unexpected, but I can't wait to get my dick injected in here connected In her p**y How many of you are there, or would you even dare. who's hopes and dreams do you wish to incompa**. or will you hara**. can you see the eyes in your own, or a body that will moan. the minds or the minds you can see how much we share Its like return of the intern, where your going theirs no return