[Scratches]
"Speak from" "Tell the real story"
"My alias" "K-K-K-Kadafi"
"I'm from N-E-W Jers' where plenty of murders occur"
This click hold me back you a little cool attack her (Yeeeeheeehooo)
N***as strugglin’ and hustlin’ it's my only faith
Chope grams a kitchen boy tryna keep them out the state
(Listen to the stories the drums tell)
(Li li li they say) (We out)

[Verse 1: Yaki Kadafi]
What's up for '95? Yeah '95 sound live
I'm through with crimes no more runnin’ from one-time
Although I know I role I gets for my title
When I was young that nickel-plated Four-Fifth was my idol
Chrome and stones bones and portable phones
Gettin’ big hoes while I'm sittin’ at home
Is what I scheme of so now what I dream of
Is a life full of trouble in fact countin’ double-digit stacks
Lay back for a minute 500 SEL yeah I could see myself in it
Murder for money you ever heard of a dummy
With Glocks between his tummy low down dirty and crummy
Talkin’ about that Thug Life be the only life I know
Talkin’ bout that drug life without this rap shit (Yeeeeheeehooo)
Probably be the only route I go
And matter of fact I know I'll strive through this fo' sho' (Yeeeeheeehooo)
[Scratches]
(Outlaw Outlaw Outlaw Outlaw ) You you….. black man
(Not go brothers and sister)
(Outlaw Outlaw Outlaw Outlaw) You you….. black man
(Play your motherfuckin’ hands play your motherfuckin’ hands up)
(Keep on goin’ for hem) (Yeeeeheeehooo)
Verbal assassin I keep a corner bash slashin’ I plan this
Without a fuckin’ a body to visit (Yeeeeho)
K A G E hit her all captures this
(I’m a Thug seed you a Thug seed we gonna Thug forever)
(If you a Thug seed? I’m a Thug seed let’s hook up together)

[Verse 2: Yaki Kadafi]
Could somebody help? I'm out here all by myself
See ladies in stores baby Capone’s livin’ wealthy
Pictures of my birth on this Earth is what I'm dreamin’
Seeing Daddy's semen full of crooked demons already crazy
And screamin’, I guess them nightmares as a child
Had me scared but left me prepared for a while
Is there another route for a crooked Outlaw
Veteran, a villian, a young Thug who one day shall fall?

[Verse 3: EDI]
Every day there's mo' death and plus I'm dough-less
I'm seein’ mo' reasons for me to proceed with thievin’
Scheme on the schemin’ and leave they peeps grievin’
Cause ain't no bucks to stack up my nuts is backed up
I'm about to act up go load the mac up now watch me klacka
Tried makin’ fat cuts but yo it ain’t workin’
And Evil’s lurkin’ I can see him smirkin’
When I gets to pervin’ so what?
Go put some work in and make my mail makin’ sales
Riskin’ 25 with a 'L' but ooh well
[Scratches]
(We must have a permanent solution)
(This a new day my people have no fear of any one)
(The have no more fear of any thiefs)
(Outlaw Outlaw Outlaw Outlaw) You you….. black man
(Not go brothers and sister)
(Outlaw Outlaw Outlaw Outlaw) You you….. black man
(Play your motherfuckin’ hands play your motherfuckin’ hands up)
(Keep on goin’ for hem) (Yeeeeheeehooo)
Severely addicted to livin' like a fuckin' felon
While beefin' with rookie cops the cookie rocks a n***a sellin'
Take take money take money take take
(I’m a Thug seed you a Thug seed we gonna Thug forever)
(If you a Thug seed? I’m a Thug seed let’s hook up together)