Featuring Big Syke




Verse One: C Bo




I Was Born In Hell Without A Pistol



Now How Can I Survive With One Live Without A Vest And 4 5?



Runnin From The Task Fo' But Smashin For My Cash



Bankin Corners Hop It Then I Blast On Their Ass



See Them Piggies Want Me Dead For Sure Or In The Pen



Doin 10 Instead Of Me In My Benz On Some Twins



Sippin Hen Smokin Indica Bomb



And Keep My Pedal To The Metal Til I'm High And Gone



I Know You Rich Niggas Hate Me, Can I Keep It Real And Feel This Rap Shit?



Didn't Make Me, Got Out The Pen And Flip The '97



Drop Mercedes, I'm The *?placenta?* Of No Love



Til The Lord Save Me, Straight Thugs That'll Dump Slugs



Til They F**kin Grave, Mass Murder Motherf**kers To The Front Page



When We Hit, We Empty Clips Til We Get Paid



I've Been A Slave From My Cradle To The Grave



Nigga, F**k The World, I Was Raised In Hell




Chorus: C-Bo




That's Why We Buck Shit Down And Yell "f**k The World!"



I'd Rather Die Here In Hell Then Die Doin Life In Jail



But Take The Shot With A Mac 12, Order Hits On The *?pack Tailed?*



>From The Block To Wotts, We Are Thug Niggas Raised In Hell



*repeat*




Verse Two: Big Syke




I'm Bailin Thru The Set Wit A 40, Smokin A Cigarette



Blastin My Radio, Oldie Tunes By The Marvalettes



Gangbangin Vets On Parole As I Stroll Thru



They Rassle Gz Like Two Craps And They Strapped Too



Oh How I Love These Niggas But I Hate Em With A Passion



But I Ride For These Motherf**kers, When I Don't Even Ask



Thug Fashion From Head To Toe, I Let The World Know



That This Is Thug Life, Motherf**ker, Til I Leave This Ho



So As My Knuckles Drag The Concrete, Big Homies Hit The Streets



Transgressi