(Intro)

All my niggas out there

Let me tell y'all niggas one thing

As we move into this motherfuckin future

Shit is gonna get realer shit is gonna get realer man

All my niggas out there

Keep your mind on your paper baby

And watch these motherfuckin' hoes

'Cause these hoes is bitches

and niggas is bitches too

And you can't trust 'em

So I ask my niggas...

Yo

Yo cross breed 2 5 Arab seed

My life speed, that's why we all smoke weed

Thug mind be inside of the livest niggas

Art of War was designed by the wisest killas

Wrote the thug book, only the truth get spit

Took my hooks like you wrote that shit

(Foul bitch)

Tell them niggas how you rock my jewels, rock my clothes

Yo i aim red dot when i spot my foe

Taught you how to spit taught you how to breathe on beats

If it wasn't for me you'd probably be on the street

Fuckin' up packed

Niggas comin at cha wit gat

Same nigga at the show you got watchin ya back

We can shoot out on the roof til we fall on the street

Draw heat and clap til our bodies and the floor meet

Eat your food like animal dog, raw meat

Say my name if you want more beef

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I don't associate wit niggas who switch

fake thug like Sammy the Bull, turn snitch

Yo my glock kick, ready to spit

Foul shit

Puttin' bulletholes all in your clique

Who you wit?

All my niggas live the thug life

I can't fuck wit niggas if they ain't my blood type

If I don't get you with the knife, then the slug might

Before you bring a nigga in, know his bloodtype

All my niggas live the thug life

I can't fuck wit niggas if they ain't my blood type