[Scareface Movie Sample] you need people like me so you could point your fingers and say that's the bad guy [Verse 1: 2Pac]
Lord help me, save me, Mama keep praying
For a young motherf**er trying to duck an early grave
In the city where ya can't tell the snakes from the fakes
Fakes from the phonies, enemies of homies
Around the corner there's another n***a waiting to jack
He don't know I got a Glock 'til his a** get shot
Like a motherf**ing thug disease
Craving beats like they motherf**ing d** to me, hey
What's up with b**hes trying to screw me? Do me cause I did a movie
Throw the p**y to me but before they never knew me
Rather die then let ya play me for a, buster
And with my Glock I'm a plotting a** rotten motherf**er, huh
Don't let the movie fool ya, let me school ya
Screaming Thug Life n***a when I do ya
I'm going crazy, getting dizzy
And then I suffocate a motherf**ing breather bring me back
I'm telling ya I'm losing it
Hahahaha loooooooooooooooosing it
Yeah
[Scareface Movie] you wanna play rough? okay
Okay surrender ha?
You want more? [Verse 2: Big Syke]
I'm going crazy, n***as can't fade me
On the real I k** when I step to ya f**ing grill
So let me kick it let me flip it let me get wicked
I'm not a buster from the hood selling wolf tickets
I hang with G's flipping keys and smoking weed
I get the cash and dash and never learn to read
So f** a b**h f** a ho and I let ya know
Because they come and go like the wind blows
What am I giving how I'm living what I'm giving up
You can take my life and I don't give a f**
Cause I'm the trouble most coming from the west coast
Where the n***as is banging 'til the overdose
k**ers and murderers, psychos and lunatics
Nobody knows what makes my mind click
Is it the demons, screaming inside of me?
Hell no it's just the Thug Life mentality
I'm going crazy sh** don't phase me
I'm living like a thug 'til six n***as carry me
d**h is on the trigga so pull it
I can't take it no more, n***a, I'm losing it
[Scarface movie sample] Say hello to my little friend (we all going die n***a we all goin' die) you wanna play rough okay
Okay [?] ha? you want more [Verse 3: Spice 1]
sh** was talking to me, my gat screamed fire
The bullet told me shoot that motherf**er he's a liar
I talked to me 3-80 like a b**h on a stroll
When my n***as try to ????
n***a, I can't get f**ed in this game I'm a psychopath
My AK told me to shove him up some n***as a**
I'm having long conversations with Mr. Millimeter
He's one of my best friends b**h a** n***a eater
And Miss Mossberg love it in the back trunk
You know that old school b**h she like to get it funked
And spitting motherf**ers by the seems
My grand daddy Mr. AR-15
By the evil motherf**er
Talked me into taking over a dope turf and shooting cluckers
Said he was my only family
Shoot straight, and please don't jam me
Got in a fight at the club my gat started talking
Told me to shut the f** up and let him do the talking
I woke up and it was sick to see the guts hang
I'm going nuts man
sh** was talking to me
[Outro]
Yeah, foo' I'm going nuts straight gat sh** up
Motherf**er livin' a thug life
Yeah motherf**er, Spice 1, n***a