Somebody told me they wanted some of that thug *So I'ma do some of this * for my niggas up in the bayY'all know what the * we speakin', check it outMy mind stays like me against the worldSince the days of youth when I sported a jury curlCash rules, first rule, get paidAnybody mess with progress, get slayedYou know I blaze, whole block left in a dazeOld school gangsta *, crime paysPretty as *, so I hit the hood stalkin'Talk is cheap, so the ninas start talkin'Nigga, how you think you fuckin' with myWho bangs for the gang and slays the hotline?Y'all niggas best kick dust, ridiculousBest flee with a thrust, cause you're pissin' usMy nigga Banks, who be on the cashThere's much cash, no dips in the OAKBurnin' hash, mixed with greenCause y'all bring the envy to the endWhen I blast, cause y'all niggas a failureGot a ship up on my shoulderAnd it's got me puffin', don't yaIt's so hard to get overBut I stay true, cause I'm a soldierPlayers love me, suckers hate meWanna pull their straps and blaze meBut still I keep my composureI stay high till I die, never surviveGone off hallucinogenic, still spinnin'And Jim got my mind diminishedDoctors wanna get inside my brainBefore I die, before I die, before I dieCan't find the entranceThis ghetto livin' got me twisted officialClippin' the pistol, head on swivelCause they itchin' to get youMy burner gloves are still activeDon't test my reactionsI've ranged from bustin' caps to usin' explosivesThat's plastic454 Classic, still totin', ski-mastedIn your house, ramblin' through your *Tryin' to hit the stashI'm a real American ghetto nightmareYou think I'm lyin', niggasDyin' in the hood, tryin' to live goodHaters don't fight fairI came up in the streets of the townEastside Oakland, we ride sidewaysWe stay loaded, stay in the gameStay keen, stay sucker freeStay keen, stay sucker freeGettin' money every dayWe tryin' to touch a GEver since day oneProgrammed to be a soldierDo what it takes to win these high stakesThat's why I'm never soberYou put love on my shoulderAnd it's got me puffin', don't ya?It's so hard to get overBut I stay true cause I'm a soldierPrayin' love is up cause hate meWanna pull they straps and blaze meBut still I keep my composureStay high till I dieI'm never soberFor the last five yearsI've been to five different places* five different racesAin't none had moneyAfrican hoes just say no to rentCause they build huts out of banana peels and bamboo sticksNow me bein' drunk, seein' thatBein' from CopelandGot the drink a lot, mind openBounced to get the down south in itMissed the last specialNumb say bread, no settleI'm never sober, I stay loadedTo remain focusedI was under the influence when I wrote thisOn the regular, I'm rotatin' to the fo' hoesI don't know if it's game or cause I'm bout to explodeWhatever it may be, I'm out of hereMe movin' the P to my face on TVI'm flyin' through with some luxuryBitches nowadays choose to make a gist for the statusBut it's really nothin', that's why I stay high like a gnatGot a chip up on my shoulderAnd it's got me puffin', don't yaIt's so hard to get overBut I stay true cause I'm a soldierPlayers love me, suckers hate meWanna pull they straps and blaze meBut still I keep my composureStay high till I dieI'm never soberI'm out of here*