[Intro:]

Ha ha ha...fuck all y´all...fuck all y´all...I don´t need nobody
Fuck ´em...Fuck all y´all

[Verse 1]

Money gone fuck friends
I need a homie that know me
when all these muthafuckin´ cops be on me
I got problems ain´t nobody calling back
now what the fuck is happenin´ with my ballin´ cats
Remember me I´m ya homie that was down to brawl
Sippin´ Hennessy hanging with the clowns and
all we used to do is drink brew, screw and common knew
we had bitches by the dozens oh we fuckin´ cousins
You can throw ya middle finger if ya feel me loc
a nigga just got paid and we still was broke
It took time but finally the cash was mine
all the rewards of a hustler stuck in the grind
Look around and all I see is snakes and faces
like scavengers waitin´ to take a hustler´s pape´s
and when you stuck where the fuck is all ya friends
They straight busted and can´t be trusted fuck y´all

[Chorus]
Fuck all y´all [2x]

[Verse 2]

I´m sippin´ Tanqueray and juice and what´s the use
cause I´m a hopeless thug
Ain´t no love reminiscing on how close we was
way back in the day before they put the crack in the way
and heeyyy how much money can you stack in a day
It´s gettin´ rough collect calls from my niggas in court
I recollect we used to ball now just living´s enough
I stand tall in the winter summer spring or fall
Thug for life scrawled all across the wall
and all about my dollars make me wanna holla
drop an album sell a million give a fuck about tomorrow
I know it´s gettin´ crazy after dark
these marks keep on huffin´ and puffin´
ain´t no fear in my heart
What´s going on in the ghetto still struggle and strive
I still roll with the heater smokin´ chocolate thai
In 94 I´ll be going solo
too many problems with my own
so I´m rolling do-do
Fuck all y´all

[Chorus 3x]

[Verse 3]

I went from rags to riches quick
to socializing with the baddest bitches
went from a bucket to a rag with switches
I´m seein´ death around the corner
I´m bumpin´ Gloriaaaa doin´ 90 ´cause I wanna
I´m getting high like I said it with some chocolate thai
mixed with some indonesia watch me fly
And even though I know the cops behind me
hit the weed and uh I continue doing 90 (Biotch)
will I get caught another ticket get to kick it in court
Fuck the law give a shit I´m even worse than before
I know they wanna see a nigga buried
but I ain´t worried still throwing these thangs
got me locked in these chains
and hey nigga what the fuck is you wailin´ ´bout
soon as I hit the cell I´ll be bailin´ out
And when I hit the streets I´m in a rush to ball
I´m screaming Thug Life nigga fuck y´all

[Repeat of intro]