Open Fire

Alright now, here we go Tell me, how many real motherfuckers feel me? I smoke a blunt and freak the funk until these jealous motherfuckers kill me I'm out the gutter, pick a hero I'm 165 and stayin' high 'til I die, my competition's zero 'Cause I could give a fuck about you, you better duck Go or I'll be forced to hit yo' ass up, I give a fuck I'm sick inside my mind, why they sweat me? It's gonna take an army full of crooked ass cops to come and get me Niggas know I ain't the one to sleep on, I'm under pressure Gotta sleep with my piece, an extra clip beside my dresser Word to God, I've been ready to die since I was born I don't want no shit but niggas trip and, yo, it's on Open fire on my adversaries, don't even worry Better have on a vest aim for the chest and then you buried It's a man's world, niggas get played, another stray Hope I live to see another day, hey! I'm gettin' sweated by these undercovers Who can I trust? Got my mama stressin', thinkin' it's a drug bust Gotta get paid but all the drama that's attached We livin' a drug life, Thug Life, each day could be my last Will I blast when it's time to shoot? Don't even ask That's the consequences when ya livin' fast Six bricks of tricks, for my niggas, I gotta come up And recoup, you keep the dope, just bring me six figures Is it a bust? I hear the sirens, run for cover Over the fence and open fire Alright now, here we go These motherfuckers on my ass, I'm in traffic, will it be tragic? I'm comin' 'round the corner like I'm Magic Doin' 90 on the freeway, and hittin' switches In a high speed chase with these punk bitches Don't turn around, I ain't givin' up, 'cause they don't worry me Pussy ass bitches, better bury me Runnin' outta gas time to park it, I'm on foot We in the hood, how the fuck they gon' catch a crook? Haha I got away 'cause I'm clever Went to my neighbor's for a favor, now you know players stick together I watch the scene from the rooftop, spittin' loogies At the coppers that pursue me, biatch! I be a hustler 'til it's over, motherfucker Open fire on you bustas Alright now, here we go Don't try to follow me, I'm headed outta state I gotta pay my fuckin' bills, so I'm transportin' weight Change my plates, pick up my nigga, and now we rollin' Droppin' keys like they stolen, hehe Tell me who do you fear? I'm outta town until the coast is clear Enough dope to last a year They got me runnin' from the police, nowhere to go With the lights out, rollin' down a dirt road But I ain't goin' alive, I'd rather die than be a convict I'd rather fire on my target I hit the corner doin' 90, ahh, shit! Them bitches right behind me They take a shot and hit my fuckin' tires Now, jump out the car then I open fire, sucka! Hahahaha, Thug Life, bitch! Goin' out like that