[Chorus: Kidd Kidd]
Thirty six O's [?] the block, thirty two extentions in the Glock
N***as riding like a motherfucker
[?] real n***as, call you by your badge number
Middle finger to the cops, bitch, I think I’m Pac
All eyes on me, bitch, I think I'm Pac
I live that thug life, bitch, I think I'm Pac
Said I’m 'bout that life, don't think I'm not
Middle finger to the cops, bitch, I think I'm Pac

[Verse 1: Kidd Kidd]
Make music for the streets, I ain't going pop
I got the juice now, Kidd Kidd, you hot
If rap don't work, I'm going back to the block
America’s most wanted, with a pistol on me
Don’t care how bad she is, I fuck with real bitches only
All eyes on me, I hear they looking for me
Free Chuck, he caught a charge and he took it for me
[?] rolling up on the west coast
Drop top, [?] if you want some [?]
I see death around the corner, so don't try to play me
You might end up in the dumpster, like Brenda’s baby

[Chorus: Kidd Kidd]
Thirty six O's [?] the block, thirty two extentions in the Glock
N***as riding like a motherfucker
[?] real n***as, call you by your badge number
Middle finger to the cops, bitch, I think I'm Pac
All eyes on me, bitch, I think I'm Pac
I live that thug life, bitch, I think I’m Pac
Said I'm 'bout that life, don't think I'm not
Middle finger to the cops, bitch, I think I'm Pac
[Verse 2: Young Buck]
Hail mary, I got bands in the [?]
Just told Big, [?] G-Unit the new Death Ro
[?] I got [?] in my body
And everything white, like I'm Yo Gotti
[?] hundred bands, in [?]
California dreaming on some shit that I just got from Snoop
Twenty one gun salute, to my n***as in the pen
My cousin got out again, but today, he right back in
I say dear mama, you used to tell me 'bout my friends
I'm sorry, couldn't see [?] till they sent me to the pen
[?] thug life, I live this shit like every day
Told your bitch that I rather be a N.I.G.G.A

[Chorus: Kidd Kidd]
Thirty six O's [?] the block, thirty two extentions in the Glock
N***as riding like a motherfucker
[?] real n***as, call you by your badge number
Middle finger to the cops, bitch, I think I'm Pac
All eyes on me, bitch, I think I'm Pac
I live that thug life, bitch, I think I'm Pac
Said I'm 'bout that life, don't think I'm not
Middle finger to the cops, bitch, I think I'm Pac

[Verse 3: Kevin Gates]
Cut up bread when I'm dreaming
[?] gotta trap, I'm going back to the beeper
[?] bumpin [?] riding ith [?]
[?] no plee agreement, can't do me like Richard [?]
Gold mouth, dawg gleeming
[?] but I'm leaning
Sellphone ringing, [?] clutching the nina
[?] blunts [?]
Dirty money in Nemons, we turnt up breaking the meter
[?] ack of the heater
[?] first dropped [?], top attatched to the [?]
Feining gotta [?] I can fix [?] come get [?]
[?] jumping, cooking front of you, you wanna see it?
I don't get tired
[Chorus: Kidd Kidd]
Thirty six O's [?] the block, thirty two extentions in the Glock
N***as riding like a motherfucker
[?] real n***as, call you by your badge number
Middle finger to the cops, bitch, I think I'm Pac
All eyes on me, bitch, I think I'm Pac
I live that thug life, bitch, I think I'm Pac
Said I'm 'bout that life, don't think I'm not
Middle finger to the cops, bitch, I think I'm Pac