Thug Life ft. Li Jefe Lyrics

I got brothers on the other side

So if you slippin', then you know my niggas finna' ride

But we ride for that homicide

Don't come outside, unless you wanna lose your fucking life

This the story of a thug life

This the story, this the story of a thug life

This the story of a thug life

This the story, this the story of a thug life, yeah

I was just fourteen when they sent Edwin down the road

When I was fifteen, me, John and Charles, we was stealin' phones (Long Live John)

Sixteen, my brother gave my ass a chrome

Said, "you gotta keep it on you, 'cause I'm knowin' what you on" (what you on)

Seventeen, nigga I ain't make it home

I was locked up, I was hoping they ain't put my shit on hold (Clayco)

Eighteen, I seen Osama without a soul

Chris called me on Thanksgiving, I still can't believe he gone (Long Live Osama)

Niggas I grew up, catching these bodies

My cousin, Kevin, in that bitch, and they keep adding them charges

Yeah Number Two my fucking brother, always kept that shit solid

And when you coming from the dirty, you gon' try make some out it

Southside

I got brothers on the other side

So if you slippin', then you know my niggas finna' ride

But we ride for that homicide

Don't come outside, unless you wanna lose your fucking life

This the story of a thug life

This the story, this the story of a thug life

This the story of a thug life

This the story, this the story of a thug life

Out West, I was rollin', walking down the street

Lil' kid, big group, we was walking deep

Big kid, lil group, know I'm in the streets

I don't need nobody with me when I miss a beat

Sixteen years old, know I had the heat

Rest In Peace to all my niggas, know that shit hurt

I was just a kid, seeing Caleb in a hearse

I was just a kid, seeing Caleb in the dirt

Niggas hated on us, want to see us in the dirt

Look at Savage in the cell, know that shit hurt

Imma' bless 'em when I see 'em, 'cause he learned his lesson

We was them niggas playing with them Smith & Wesson's

Now you in a box, stressing, trying to get a blessing

And I'm still outside, toting lethal weapons

And I'm screaming,"Fuck Twelve," they gon' have to catch me

And I'm on the opps' side, trying to catch a blessing

Opps' side trying to catch a blessing