| Yeah nigga, yeah — that’s right |
| Baby, that’s how we do it! |
| I’m back up in it once again — and who that claimin’that throne? |
| Bitch I’m a asshole, tell them mothafuckers I’m home |
| Still kickin it on my own, feds tapin my phone |
| I’m in the hood — livin what these niggas rap in a song (fake ass) |
| I remind 'em they dead wrong in the city I’m the king |
| And I can show you what it mean while I’m holdin this red beam |
| Niggas know the team, A.B.N and ain’t no doubt we touch 'em all |
| Big, small, or tall — motto forever 'fuck 'em all |
| I heard 'em tell me that my attitude was out of line |
| I told 'em suck a dick and it’s best to stay the fuck out of mine |
| Just for that tell them hoe niggas, they ass is out of time |
| I got it on my mind so it’s understood who the fuck’ll shine |
| I’m comin 'round the corner, lookin for a couple cats |
| Sittin’in the Hoop while my niggas sellin a couple packs |
| Anybody can get it tell 'em shoot me a couple stacks |
| They want the streets, I’ll show 'em where the fuck it’s at |
| Homie against all odds — Against all odds |
| Homie against all odds, Against all odds |
| Follow me, tell me if you feel me — I think niggas is tryna kill me |
| Picturin’pistols spittin hollow points till they drill me |
| Keepin’it real, and even if I do conceal |
| My criminal thoughts, preoccupied with keepin steel |
| See niggas is false — sittin in court — turned snitches |
| They use to be real, but now they petrified bitches |
| I’m tryna be strong they sendin armies out to bomb me |
| Listen to Ron, the only DJ that can calm me |
| Constantly armed, my firepower keep me warm |
| I’m trapped in the storm and fuck the world till I’m gone |
| Bitches be warned, word is bond, you’ll get torn |
| I’m bustin on Guilliani, he rubbin my niggas wrong |
| And then it’s on, before I leave picture me |
| I’m spittin at punk bitches — and hustlin to be free |
| Watch me set it, niggas don’t want it, you can get it |
| Bet it make these jealous niggas mad — I said it |
| This Thug Life — nigga we don’t cater to you hoes |
| Fuck with me, have a hundred mothafuckers at yo do' - with 4 — 4's |
| HahaHaha, Yeah nigga, Thug Life |
| Tell 'em if they lookin 4 me ain’t nothin changed, still posted up with a |
| couple thugs |
| With a couple straps in my lap, holdin a couple slugs |
| I’m in a Chevrolet floatin on a couple dubs |
| Run up on me I’m a put 'em in ya chest like it’s nothin but love |
| I’m in the game but still I feel like I’m against 'em all |
| I’m in my zone, I lace 'em up and take it to the wall |
| I swear I’m a G — and I’m a be that way until I fall |
| The shit I’m on’ll have you prayin Jesus’ll answer ya call |
| Then it be known that I’m against all odds |
| I prophesize through the hood — in underneath all guards |
| Bitch I’m here to put the fire underneath all frauds |
| So any nigga in my way’ll be a mothafucker scarred |
| I’m the truth so reconize a livin legend in ya face |
| Before I catch a attitude and go to catch another case |
| I’m full speed, for the ride it ain’t gon’be another race |
| And if you think it’s somethin weak, then we can fall up out of place, |
| motherfucker |
| I’m on the edge feelin like a nigga hard to kill |
| And fuck them niggas anyway cause they don’t keep it real |
| This mac eleven be enough to make a hater chill |
| Run up on me, I can show you how the fuck it feel |
| Fuck my foes and my use to be friends — I’m all good 'long as I’m gettin my ends |
| Homie against all odds, I let 'em know it ain’t no need to pretend |
| So tell them niggas that I’m back at it again |