I wanted to bring back that reality, but nobody can ever be confused and think I'm *** Mike Tyson, and I'm a heavyweight champion. I'm a little nigga, that's why it's so raw to watch me just battle lions, because I'm a little skinny nigga battling niggas three times my size. These niggas run up on me, and I'll be forced to let it go, nigga. I ain't the one you want to try, why I stayin' high? Hit the button, watch these mother***ers die. Who's runnin' the streets? I say that cocaine, cause in the dope game, niggas'll die before they go broke, man. Another hustler makin' major cash, to the punk police, come raid your ass. Now you stretched doin' fair time, and it's a bitch cause the judge gave you eight years. You doin' six, and we know that you gained hang. You a trick, roll over, turn snitch like a bitch. Now you know you should've ducked, nigga. I got you fallin' from the uppercut, ***. So what's up, nigga? Now you know you should've ducked, nigga. I got you fallin' from this uppercut, stuck. So what's up, nigga? They got a nigga in the dice game. I'm feelin' lucky, but the nigga's just a little bigger. He tryna *** me out my cash, I'm a blast, nigga. He don't know I gotta tell you like the last nigga. Gotta go, don't need to roll for the trunk, I get him up. Left or right, my uppercut'll hit him up. I'm known to walk the streets on any block. I love my niggas, but I ain't puttin' down my clock. The gunshots bang when I lose, nigga. And ooh, nigga, I'ma show you not to ever play it true, nigga. Lay it down just to prove it. And *** the rapping, mother***er, we can do this. Now you know you should've ducked, nigga. I got you fallin' from the uppercut, ***. So what's up, nigga? Now you know you should've ducked, nigga. I got you fallin' from the uppercut, ***. So what's up, nigga? They claim that we violent, we named after tyrants. This revolution won't be televised, we keep it silent. Roll on our enemy, eat him at they own game. Molotov cocktails, they sittin' up in flames. Tired of bein' stepped on, sick of bein' held back. Lookin' through my rearview, thinkin' bout the payback. Wanna see my kids grow, don't know if I'ma make it though. Gun mode, nigga, came up short in the ghetto. Society lied to me, so I'm strapped with the metal. Watch your middle fingers, nigga, if you a rebel. Had your face down, goin' in your pockets if you let him. I done lost so many homies to me to ever forget him. I done made so many mistakes, but still I don't regret them. I'm a product of the pimp, the pusher, and the reverend. I'm a product of the block, the thieves, and the felons. We all lost souls, tryin' to find our way to heaven. Now you know you should've ducked, nigga. Got you fallin' from the uppercut. ***, so what's up, nigga? Now you know you should've ducked, nigga. Got you fallin' from this uppercut. Stuck, so what's up, nigga? Yeah. To all the con bands no longer with us. See you when we get there. Ha. Yah. We gon' keep on ridin'. Give these cowards the uppercut. Till we get up there with y'all. You know. Thug life, we still livin' it. Outlaw for life. In the name of the dawn. Let's go.