(Intro)
Yeah, I'm doin this for all my dogs
And all my thug n***as
(Verse 1)
I be the n***a that these b**h n***as love to hate
They hate to see a n***a ballin and pushin weight
Y'all know the deal, Venom Records on the rise
I can see the jealousy up in a n***as eyes
Y'all n***as don't know who ya f**in with
I got my finger on the trigga, screamin f** a b**h
Hollow-tips carve deep up in ya grave-stone
Pour out some liqour for my thug n***as dead and gone
One time, for my real n***as locked down
They tried to hold me, but I still "Get Around"
A young n***a from the streets of the M.P
Been gone away, but now I'm back, do you remember me?
The same n***a that'chu knew from the neighborhood
The one that pull the trigga, and say it's all good
Another military mind, a lunatic
I'm on the grind, makin money for the bullsh**
See I was raised in the streets as a young thug
I never thought I'd see the day that I would catch a slug
My little brother tryin'a follow in my foot-steps
Now knowin what he headed for, when the county rep
And he gon' get it, tryin'a be like his bigger brother
See you ain't gotta impress nan motherf**a
As long as a n***a know how to get paid
Cause you gotta be strong, in these Last Days
But I could teach a n***a everything he need to know
I never trust a n***a, plus how to pimp a ho
And look you right between yo eyes fo' I pull the trigga
Prepare to feel the wrath of a young thug n***a
(Hook)
I will ride for my dogs
I will die for my dogs
Load up the Gat and take a few lives for my dogs
I will k** for my n***as
Keep it real wit my n***as
Go to war and let blood spill for my n***as
I will ride for my Venom clique
Die for my Venom clique
k** a b**h n***a out his spot for my Venom clique
Paper chase, wit the thugs
Catch a case, wit the thugs
Grab my Tech-9, and I represent, for the thugs
(Verse 2)
I'm out the pen. now I'm back to retaliate
On them b**h n***as that tried to playa hate
You went to court, testified, put me in the cell
Supposed to be my road dog, now you catchin hell
Playa hater, you ain't got much time to breathe
I grab my gat, and bring ya weak a** to ya knees
And let'cha say ya last words right before ya die
No need to lie, I can see the fear up in ya eye
Ya shoulda' thought about the bullsh** before you did it
You f**ed up, now yo a** scared to admit it
It ain't no use, tryin'a get a bullet-proof vest
Because a vest only protects ya f**in chest
Just like a Tech to the head, and the bodies dead
How could I miss if I aim with a Infrared?
I'm the n***a that'll f** you in the worst way
Run through yo hood, bustin caps on yo birthday
(Hook)
(Verse 3)
I'll be a motherf**in thug til' the day I die
Before I go to war, I put a few up in the sky
Just to let a b**h-made n***a know it's on
There'll never be another n***a like me when I'm gone
So visualize what'chu see, while a n***a here
But when they put me in the casket, don't shed a tear
Remember me as a young ghetto lunatic
I'm the n***a that'll bust and empty out the clip
And be prepared to catch a bullet when he come for me
See I don't know what the thug life has done to me
But roll dumb, think the n***a goin crazy
These playa haters got beef, but can't fade me
See I can get just as crazy as the next n***a
I have no mercy, only b**hin when I pull the trigga
My trademark is a nickel-plated hollow-tip
I keep a gat by my side, with an extra clip
I got a head with no motherf**in screws in it
They tryin'a tell me I'm insane, but I ain't tryin'a hear it
My memories of a young n***a still shine
My lifestyle, back to thinkin that the world mine
(Hook)