(feat. Big Syke, Spice 1)
Straight out the mother$#&@ing bay
Here we go


[2Pac]
Lord help me, save me, Mama keep praying

For a young mother$#&@er trying to duck an early grave
In the city where ya can't tell the snakes from the fakes
Fakes from the phonies, enemies of homies

Around the corner there's another ^!$$% waiting to jack
He don't know I got a glock 'til his $$# get shot
Like a mother$#&@ing thug disease

Craving beats like they mother$#&@ing drugs to me, hey
What's up with (*##$es trying to screw me? Do me cause I did a movie
Throw the #~!!@ to me but before they never knew me

Rather die then let ya play me for a, buster
And with my glock I'm a plotting $$# rotten mother$#&@er, huh
Don't let the movie fool ya, let me school ya

Screaming Thug Life ^!$$% when I do ya
I'm going crazy, getting dizzy
And then I suffacate a mother$#&@ing breather bring me back

I'm telling ya I'm losing it

[Chorus]

Said I'm losing my mind
Losing my mind
[ X4 ]


[Big Syke]
I'm going crazy, ^!$$%s can't fade me

On the real I kill when I step to ya $#&@ing grill
So let me kick it let me flip it let me get wicked
I'm not a buster from the hood selling whooped tickets

I hang with G's flipping keys and smoking weed
I get the cash and dash and never learn to read
So $#&@ a (*##$ $#&@ a hoe and I let ya know

Because they come and go like the wind blows
What am I giving how I'm living what I'm giving up
You can take my life and I don't give a $#&@

Cause I'm the trouble most coming from the west coast
Where the ^!$$%s is banging 'til the overdose
Killers and murderers, psychos and lunatics

Nobody knows what makes my mind click
Is it the demons, screaming inside of me?
Hell no it's just the Thug Life mentallity

I'm going crazy %#@! don't phase me
I'm living like a thug 'til six ^!$$%s carry me
Death is on the trigga so pull it

I can't take it no more, ^!$$%, I'm losing it

[Chorus]


[Spice 1]
%#@! was talking to me, my gat screamed fire

The bullet told me shoot that mother$#&@er he's a lier
I talked to me 3-80 like a (*##$ on a stroll
When my ^!$$%s try to ????

^!$$%, I can't get $#&@ed in this game I'm a psychopath
My AK told me to shove him up some ^!$$%s $$#
I'm having long conversations with Mr. Millometer

He's one of my best friends (*##$ $$# ^!$$% eater
And Miss Mossburg love it in the back trunk
You know that old school (*##$ she like to get it funked

And spitting mother$#&@ers by the seems
My grand daddy Mr. AR-15
By the evil mother$#&@er

Talked me into taking over a dope turf and shooting cluckers
Said he was my only family
Shoot straight, and please don't jam me

Got in a fight at the club my gat started talking
Told me to shut the $#&@ up and let him do the talking
I woke up and it was sick to see the guts hang

I'm going nuts man
%#@! was talking to me


[Chorus to fade]