I thank the Lord for my many blessings, though I'm stressin' keep a vest for protection from the barrel of the Smith & Wesson and, all my niggas in the pen' here we go again, Ain't nothing separating us from a MAC 10, Born in the ghetto as a hustler older, straight soldier bucking at them busters, No matter how you try niggas never die, We just retaliate with hate then we multiply, see me striking down the block hittin' corners, Mobbin' like a motherfucker livin' like I wanna, Ain't no stoppin' at the red lights I'm sideways, Thug Life motherfucker crime pays, Let the cops put they lights on, chase me nigga, zig-zaggin' through the freeway, race me nigga, In a high speed chase with the law, the realest motherfucker that you ever saw, I'm livin' raw 'til they bury me don't worry me, I'm high livin' like I ain't afraid to die, And you could walk a mile in my shoes, and you'd be crazy to