Thug life What else? 227 Concrete mafia "You only live once" First time I heard that was out of a fiend's mouth Had to put my double cup down, I was too leant out Thinkin' back in jail on all the shit I used to dream 'bout Sellin' all that blow with lil' bro, but now he out Heard the echo from the 'fore he could get the screams out Hunnid shot AR, might bump yo' street, then let it clean house Live from the house of blues Seen a man' intestines spillin' out his stomach Shit'll make you vomit and spit out yo' food Strapped with a 9 and a splint, stackin' up ninety percent Block slappin' harder than the backhand side of a pimp (Slap) Hood a lil' colder ever since we lost that family feud Got a little older, startin' payin' all my granny' bills Spoilin' my sister son Soil with a fifty drum Soon as I knew there was money to get, I has to get me some Think you can out-hustle Jackson? Must be smokin' fifty one Smack yo' town and turn yo' city up, now that's a hit-and-run What's good? Yeah Yeah, 1655 Junction sides, you know the vibe The revolution will be televised Uh 1655, servin' fiends like Boldy The side door hot Had 'em lined up, the whole hood know me My lil ho was on the run, I met her in the city Now we in Brooklyn, hittin' tricks, tryna stack, get out the city She had two kids at home, I had one of mine I was like twenty, goin' on twenty one at the time Japenese denim, 'bout twenty thou' sittin' in 'em Bathing Apes, acid high, still trippin' on it Thirteen years in the game, still flexin' on 'em I hope my mom's happy, I see her when I can In Heaven smilin' at me, knowin' your son gon' win Pull in the circle, I'll be down in five That was Flatbush Ave, back at Avenue I Made a killin', never snitch so high That's your bitch, but that's my bitch too, my guy Every other night, I contemplate suicide I still do this 'cause there ain't no better feelin' inside