An ipod mind to you walkman guys
My balls die for the thug life
I'm hearin' rumors so you need to switch
Your not a thug but your a bitch
Just lay your head on my shoulder
Your like young thug you a lonely stoner/
And your shit is glass thug and you never outside
They say love is the slowest form of suicide
Them niggas tippin' good girl but i can make it flood
Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug
Times in this crime land, my thug nation
Oh-kay, here's the situation
Catch, me chilling wielding the heney like pac on some thug-life shit
Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that
I’m smoother than alopecia skin
Seduced by vision of thug livin'
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