Deuce Wonder - Thug life lyrics

[Verse One] Aiyyo, who got the drop, my gun been co*ked Spits from four-fives to flintlocks, pinky finger with the pimp rock Hustle on dim blocks and sip Henn-rock Draw quick, got a second hand like Big Ben clock (ya heard?) Reach for that heat, put your wig in the wind pop Fill your belly with ten shots; if I get hit And you see blood then flood the bullet wound with gin shots Put beef in a Slim Jim box b**h you wanna pinch and win slot Clap lead until your big friend drop n***as'll front until I send chin shots Beat the rock until they send cops (or what?) 'Til one of us'll get carried out on the thin cot Emergency room skin chopped by ten docs Got it locked like a bid in the state pen box When I dares peers hangin to where my shin stop; before I struck rich f**ed b**hes and k**ed 'em with a ten inch co*k (f'real) b**h n***a stuck him with a ten inch ock (y'know?) Bread bloods and stiff vodka, deep in this game Know the feds want the clique locked up We love brain so we headhunt like witchdoctors My lil' momma let lead dump from big poppa Even the Jake surrounded the spread with pig choppers That taste preposterous; tear gas, tanks of oxygen Like we in banks with hostages (what we want?) All we want is minks and ostriches (what?) Diamond cuff links and proper sh** Snitches left stinkin in carpet stiff