Thug Life to me is dead.

I'm not thuggin' for me, I'm thuggin' for my family, I pay all the bills, I feed my whole family, wrong or right, I do and I can't stop.

It makes me unhappy when brothers make babies and leave a young mother to be a pappy.

Gotta get a tight grip, don't slip, loose lips, sank ships, it's a trip, I love the way she licks her lips.

It aint about black or white cause we`re human

They wanna censor me, they ratha see me in a cell, livin' in hell, with only a few of us to live to tell.

And every breath I breathe untill the moment I'm deceased. Will be another moment ballin' as a 'G'.