Thug Life Hit Me Like The Holy

I Smoke Blunt To Take The Pain Out And If I Wasn't High I'd Probably Blow My Brains Out.

I Wonder If Heaven Got A Ghetto?

Some Say The Blacker The Berry, The Sweeter The Juice I Say The Darker The Flesh Then The Deeper The Roots

Even Thugs Cry, But Do The Lord Care?

Give Me A Paper And Pen, So I Can Write About My Life Of Sin. A Couple Of Bottles Of Gin, In Case I Don't Get In.