Big Syke - Im Losin' It (Original Version) lyrics

[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