Life's Hard

(album: Death Row: The Lost Sessions Vol. 1 - 2009)

Travel through my mind am I blind it's a shame
Young niggas getting murdered straight took out the game
As I sit here puffing on a cigarette
Gotta be ready, never know who's plotting on a niggas death
These are the rough times, best to hurry up
And duck muhfucka' 'fore I buck mine
It's getting crazy and everybody's strapped
Surrounded by niggas but nary a motherfucker down to watch my back
These are the bitch made niggas, you been played nigga
While you starving and broke they pulling six figures
Ooh, what can you do
When you can't trust your crew, time to bust out the twenty-two
Boo-yaow, ran out of weed, so I'm sipping
On this Hennesey, tell me, do you feel me?
Hey, I have no remorse
As I take another sip of my liquor and spit my sick thoughts, ooh

Thuggin to the fullest, got my strap, I'ma pull it
I'm the first muhfucka' that can outrun a bullet
It's them Thug Life niggas, them done like triggers
Got these punk wannabes and they jocking like bitches
Now my riches is getting hoe-zone, it's on
Fuck a mystery, do you wanna get with me, then let's bone
I'ma take her to my hideout, 'cause I'm smoking that spinach
And staying strong to the finish and then I ride out
See you on the freeway, sorry baby
But I gotta call my homey see what he say
I ain't got no time, I gotta get mine
I keep my mind on my loot, I'll shoot every time
And ain't no way I'ma let bitch made nigga worry me
Catch me slipping, empty the clip and bury me
Hell nah nigga have to plug me twice
Ain't no slipping when you Thug for Life, motherfucker can you see?