Origineel
I’m thug for life, ain’t no changin’ me
I’m thug for life, ain’t no changin’ me
I pop off guns and live dangerously
I’m lot more nigga than you aimin’ to be
My range bling, platty chain hang to the knee
I’m thug for life, ain’t no changin’ me
Aiyyo, who got the drop, my gun been cocked
Spits from four-fives to flintlocks, pinky finger with the pimp rock
Hustle on dim blocks and sip Henn-rock
Draw quick, got a second hand like Big Ben clock (ya heard?)
Reach for that heat, put your wig in the wind pop
Fill your belly with ten shots; if I get hit
And you see blood then flood the bullet wound with gin shots
Put beef in a Slim Jim box
Bitch you wanna pinch and win slot
Clap lead until your big friend drop
Niggaz’ll front until I send chin shots
Beat the rock until they send cops (or what?)
‘Til one of us’ll get carried out on the thin cot
Emergency room skin chopped by ten docs
Got it locked like a bid in the state pen box
When I dares peers hangin’ to where my shin stop; before I struck rich
Fucked bitches and killed ‘em with a ten inch cock (f’real)
Bitch nigga stuck him with a ten inch ock (y’know?)
Bread bloods and stiff vodka, deep in this game
Know the feds want the clique locked up
We love brain so we headhunt like witchdoctors
My lil’ momma let lead dump from big poppa
Even the Jake surrounded the spread with pig choppers
That taste preposterous; tear gas, tanks of oxygen
Like we in banks with hostages (what we want?)
All we want is minks and ostriches (what?)
Diamond cuff links and proper shit
Snitches left stinkin’ in carpet stiff
Or get they carcasses turned to link sausages (f’real)
Ain’t nuttin sweet, we known for bangin cartridges
We got the heart for this
No matter how light or dark it is (ya heard?)
(No matter how light or dark it is, f’real)
Thug for life (what?) Rep by strips (killers)
Let loose clips (dealers) Stack mad chips (you know we)
Bag bad chicks (my niggaz) Push fly whips (all of the)
Hoes blow dick (nigga) G flows sick (what?)
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My whole life about chrome rims and stone gems (what?)
Big boned skins, Capone brims, dick blown in my own Benz
Quick to Scarface thugs who raise up blown brims
Dolla trickin’ never politickin’ with grown mens
Ideas of settin’ me up for loot I won’t bend
Just make that light bulb at the top of your dome dim (uh-huh)
Who rap-happy nigga keep the lyrics and poems grim
Get found at the bottom of the river with stone Timbs (word)
Babyface, swimmin’ flash stomach and toned limbs
Wake up every mornin work out in the home gym
Reppin this rap game until my zone ends (uh-huh)
‘Til mixin boards melt down, the microphone bend (yea)
I spit about street shit but never condone sin
Kept it thug for life baby followed my own trend
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Vertaling
Ik ben een boef voor het leven, ik kan niet veranderen
Ik ben een boef voor het leven, ik kan niet veranderen
Ik knal wapens af en leef gevaarlijk
I’m much more nigga than you aimin’ to be
My range bling, platty chain hang to the knee
I’m thug for life, ain’t no changin’ me
Aiyyo, who got the drop, my gun been cocked
Spits from four-fives to flintlocks, pinky finger with the pimp rock
Hustle on dim blocks and sip Henn-rock
Draw quick, got a second hand like Big Ben clock (ya heard?)
Reik naar die hitte, zet je pruik in de wind pop
Vul je buik met tien schoten; als ik geraakt word
En je ziet bloed dan overspoel de kogelwond met gin shots
Put beef in a Slim Jim box
Bitch you wanna pinch and win slot
Clap lead until your big friend drop
Niggaz’ll front until I send chin shots
Beat the rock until they send cops (or what?)
Tot een van ons wordt weggedragen op de dunne brancard
De huid van de eerste hulp wordt door tien doktoren opengesneden
Got it locked like a bid in the state pen box
When I dares peers hangin’ to where my shin stop; before I struck rich
Fucked bitches and killed ‘em with a ten inch cock (f’real)
Bitch nigga stuck him with a ten inch ock (y’know?)
Broodbloedjes en stijve wodka, diep in dit spel
De FBI wil de kliek opsluiten.
We houden van hersens, dus we jagen op hoofden als toverdokters.
Mijn kleine mamma liet lood achter van grote poppa
Zelfs Jake omsingelde het land met varkenshakselaars
Dat smaakt absurd, traangas, zuurstoftanks
Zoals wij in banken met gijzelaars (wat willen we?)
Alles wat we willen zijn nertsen en struisvogels (wat?)
Diamanten manchetknopen en goede shit
verklikkers die stinken in een stijf tapijt
Of hun karkassen veranderen in linkse worstjes (f’real)
Het is niets zoets, we staan bekend om het knallen van patronen
We got the heart for this
No matter how light or dark it is (ya heard?)
(Het maakt niet uit hoe licht of donker het is, f’real)
Thug for life (wat?) Rep by strips (moordenaars)
Let loose clips (dealers) Stack mad chips (je weet dat we)
Bag bad chicks (my niggaz) Push fly whips (all of the)
Hoes blow dick (nigga) G flows sick (wat?)
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My whole life about chrome rims and stone gems (what?)
Big boned skins, Capone brims, dick geblazen in mijn eigen Benz
Snel naar Scarface schurken die opgeblazen rand opvoeden
Dolla trickin’ never politickin’ with grown men
Ideeën om me op te zetten voor buit die ik niet zal buigen
Just make that light bulb at the top of your dome dim (uh-huh)
Die rap-happy nigga houdt de teksten en gedichten grimmig
Word gevonden op de bodem van de rivier met stenen Timbs (woord)
Babyface, zwemmin’ flash stomach and toned limbs
Elke ochtend wakker worden en trainen in de sportschool
Reppin this rap game until my zone ends (uh-huh)
‘Til mixin boards melt down, the microphone bend (yea)
I spit about street shit but never condone sin
Kept it thug for life baby followed my own trend
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