[Intro:]    Ha ha ha...fuck all y'all...fuck all y'all...I don't need nobody  Fuck 'em...Fuck all y'all    [Verse 1]    Money gone fuck friends  I need a homie that know me  when all these muthafuckin' cops be on me  I got problems ain't nobody calling back  now what the fuck is happenin' with my ballin' cats  Remember me I'm ya homie that was down to brawl  Sippin' Hennessy hanging with the clowns and  all we used to do is drink brew, screw and common knew  we had bitches by the dozens oh we fuckin' cousins  You can throw ya middle finger if ya feel me loc  a nigga just got paid and we still was broke  It took time but finally the cash was mine  all the rewards of a hustler stuck in the grind  Look around and all I see is snakes and faces  like scavengers waitin' to take a hustler's pape's  and when you stuck where the fuck is all ya friends  They straight busted and can't be trusted fuck y'all    [Chorus]  Fuck all y'all [2x]    [Verse 2]    I'm sippin' Tanqueray and juice and what's the use  cause I'm a hopeless thug   Ain't no love reminiscing on how close we was  way back in the day before they put the crack in the way  and heeyyy how much money can you stack in a day  It's gettin' rough collect calls from my niggas in court  I recollect we used to ball now just living's enough  I stand tall in the winter summer spring or fall  Thug for life scrawled all across the wall  and all about my dollars make me wanna holla  drop an album sell a million give a fuck about tomorrow  I know it's gettin' crazy after dark  these marks keep on huffin' and puffin'  ain't no fear in my heart  What's going on in the ghetto still struggle and strive  I still roll with the heater smokin' chocolate thai  In 94 I'll be going solo  too many problems with my own  so I'm rolling do-do  Fuck all y'all    [Chorus 3x]    [Verse 3]    I went from rags to riches quick  to socializing with the baddest bitches  went from a bucket to a rag with switches  I'm seein' death around the corner  I'm bumpin' Gloriaaaa doin' 90 'cause I wanna  I'm getting high like I said it with some chocolate thai  mixed with some indonesia watch me fly  And even though I know the cops behind me  hit the weed and uh I continue doing 90 (Biotch)  will I get caught another ticket get to kick it in court  Fuck the law give a shit I'm even worse than before  I know they wanna see a nigga buried  but I ain't worried still throwing these thangs  got me locked in these chains  and hey nigga what the fuck is you wailin' 'bout  soon as I hit the cell I'll be bailin' out  And when I hit the streets I'm in a rush to ball  I'm screaming Thug Life nigga fuck y'all    [Repeat of intro]