| Lyrics: | * also appears on the Nothing to Lose soundtrack as 'Thug Paradise'
Uhh, yeah, uhh, uhh,
uhh
It's a Queens thing (uhh, uhh)
Too fly, word up
Khadafi, the next life, yeah, Thug
Paradise
No doubt, check me out, yeah, yeah
Aiyyo Son let me let me put you on to what
happened
how it went down check it (tell me Son, word up)
Yo, TV's in the headrest,
Sega entertainment
Pushed the Lex Land on the way to my arraignment
D.A. got a witness,
lawyer can't explain it
Face the judge, on some money maintain shit
Black Ceasar, hundred
grand on the Visa
Took the stand, suddenly, caught amnesia
Found him in the warehouse, tied
in the freezer
That's the life of a thug when he hold heaters
Willies, up North, turn to
dick beaters
Sendin flicks to any bitch that'll feed us
360 ways with the shell-top
Adidas
The Black Jesus, Lebanon, remain calm
Rock and stay green, sippin on Don
Arabic
link, Cartier on the arm
Nigga fresh off work release, Hercules
Nigga fuck the deez, we
blazin trees
Capone bag the keys, let's move like a gypsy
It's hot out here, relocate to
Poughkeepsie
Feds play the roof in the hood try to hit me
Snakes on the block wanna sip Mo'
wit me
The life of a thug wasn't made right
When I die leave a bottle of Don, by the
gravesite
The tombstone let the record show I was sinnin
Lay me in the earth with the Armani
linen
*chorus*
All my convicts, livin on the edge of life
Criminal type thugs who
love to pull a heist
We move sheist, livin in these days of trife
Rockin four carat ice, in
Thug Paradise
Thug Paradise, yeah, yo, yo, yeah, yo
In Thug Paradise
One for
the money, two for the villainous streets
from Willies holdin mil |
