Guns clapping, niggaz dying, others snitching to the jakes', bitches hoeing, base heads lying, my life's all fucked up by fate, I'm a thug nigga with no feelings shedding tears isn't me, I make my money in illegal dealings come along I'll let you see, it's kind of weird you understand I didn't start out in this fashion, as I spawned into a man, I was drawn into my actions, out on the Bowl I made my choices, a daily struggle to make it rich, avoiding the faults of those before me, who now lay dormant in a ditch, they tried to play out the hand that was dealt to them,but instead of fold they merely frowned, so no remorse was all I fealt for them as I stomped them to the ground, I was hardened by this ordeal becoming drawn into myself, that's when I learned that shit is real and flipped their weight up on my shelf, money came slow at first I wasn't known to the clientele, then like clouds my pockets burst, I'm living the life oft times in hell, the cash was sweet I must admit don't mistake me on this fact, but charges mounted so damn quick for each move forward I took two back, you see the thug in me had niggaz shook scared to death to test my patience, cold as ice was my glossy look as like the reaper I'd stand there waiting for the first one feeling testy a little tough as he'd size me up, I wore no vest for self protection cuz I'm a thug so what the fuck, to put it blunt I could end a life with the force of just one swing, you see a burner doesn't fit the beast who in the walk of life stands king, to the community I'm a menace Mafioso in a sense my mind state appears diminished, but not to the judge upon the bench he read me well I should've known they'd pull no punches to jam me up, from my sanctum I'd been dethroned, even thugz must face bad luck, so comprehend this here demeanor, it's not intended to seem rude, this mentality that I carry around just corrupts me like the flu, to some I was a bad ass, to others a virtual threat, they should see me now that the bid is up cuz they ain't seen nothing yet...