[Intro:]
    Ha ha ha...fuck all y'all...fuck all y'all...I don't need nobody
  Fuck 'em...Fuck all y'all
    [Verse 1]
    Money gone fuck friends
  I need a homie that know me
  when all these muthafuckin' cops be on me
  I got problems ain't nobody calling back
  now what the fuck is happenin' with my ballin' cats
  Remember me I'm ya homie that was down to brawl
  Sippin' Hennessy hanging with the clowns and
  all we used to do is drink brew, screw and common knew
  we had bitches by the dozens oh we fuckin' cousins
  You can throw ya middle finger if ya feel me loc
  a nigga just got paid and we still was broke
  It took time but finally the cash was mine
  all the rewards of a hustler stuck in the grind
  Look around and all I see is snakes and faces
  like scavengers waitin' to take a hustler's pape's
  and when you stuck where the fuck is all ya friends
  They straight busted and can't be trusted fuck y'all
    [Chorus]
  Fuck all y'all [2x]
    [Verse 2]
    I'm sippin' Tanqueray and juice and what's the use
  cause I'm a hopeless thug
  Ain't no love reminiscing on how close we was
  way back in the day before they put the crack in the way
  and heeyyy how much money can you stack in a day
  It's gettin' rough collect calls from my niggas in court
  I recollect we used to ball now just living's enough
  I stand tall in the winter summer spring or fall
  Thug for life scrawled all across the wall
  and all about my dollars make me wanna holla
  drop an album sell a million give a fuck about tomorrow
  I know it's gettin' crazy after dark
  these marks keep on huffin' and puffin'
  ain't no fear in my heart
  What's going on in the ghetto still struggle and strive
  I still roll with the heater smokin' chocolate thai
  In 94 I'll be going solo
  too many problems with my own
  so I'm rolling do-do
  Fuck all y'all
    [Chorus 3x]
    [Verse 3]
    I went from rags to riches quick
  to socializing with the baddest bitches
  went from a bucket to a rag with switches
  I'm seein' death around the corner
  I'm bumpin' Gloriaaaa doin' 90 'cause I wanna
  I'm getting high like I said it with some chocolate thai
  mixed with some indonesia watch me fly
  And even though I know the cops behind me
  hit the weed and uh I continue doing 90 (Biotch)
  will I get caught another ticket get to kick it in court
  Fuck the law give a shit I'm even worse than before
  I know they wanna see a nigga buried
  but I ain't worried still throwing these thangs
  got me locked in these chains
  and hey nigga what the fuck is you wailin' 'bout
  soon as I hit the cell I'll be bailin' out
  And when I hit the streets I'm in a rush to ball
  I'm screaming Thug Life nigga fuck y'all
    [Repeat of intro]