| Lyrics: | 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
millions, foreala with no feelin
shit, my resident, Q-B settleme |
