Yeah, let's fuckin' rideOn my real motherfuckin' street troopers' roadNow the world is politic and government is always stickin'Switchin' rules and regulations, confusing entire nationsAmerica, the home of the free and braveOnly 18 years of age, off to war with grenadesThere's reality, the streets of United StatesWhere the devil lurks about, starting religious debatesBut my opinion spreads like an epidemicKeep writing and reciting, music's my academicsJust learning, no technology, model's quotesMaking major mistakes, like building Titanic boatsMy lyrics echo, echo lyrics, what?Brown against brown, we're all united through these vinesIntertwining through sound, but my thuggin'Keep me sluggin' over Tom Shack DuncanModel's bumpin', still puffin', enemy face lumpin'My thug life, model ways to spadesBack up in the fuckin' house, who my dog?Big fatIt's just that thug life that us fools be fuckin' livin'And *, you best believeMy low-mac thug livin', I'll never quitI'm Martin Griffin on my nine-million leadPlus an extra clipSo if you think you got what it takesThen try to kick off some *Wash his house, sporting gloves while bustin' slugsWearin' my ski mask when I blast, just a thugAddicted to evil, wicked activitiesPuttin' these busters and bitches snitchesOn their knees, packin' nine-milli-glocksAKs, woodin' for beamsPlayin' for keeps, crime scenesIt's what I'm flein'Lifelong thugs, my low-mac seldom seenI.E. Riverside and riders formin' all-star teamsHuman beings, strugglin' and stressin'Society is always testin' shotgunTriggers pressin', leavin' enemiesGuessin' Ohio, tourists restin'Bulletproof vests, investin' weedFood straight checkin', microphones always reckon*, feelin' the pain of my double-barrel buckAlso feelin' my pain without my sonLife sucks, so watch me *** my cold pistolPull the hammer back and pull itMy low-mac, a valet, homie, you know I do itIt's just that thug life at usWho's be fuckin' livin' in *You best believe my low-mac thug livin'I'll never quitI'm offin' Griffin on my nine-milliPlus an extra clipSo if you think you got what it takesThen try to kick off some *I just wanna let you know how I rollAnd how * goesAnd how I'm in the rappin' game to watch it unfoldCause once time gets cold, I'm bold and start to moldAnother one, I'm outA lifelong thug who's barely 12 years oldAt the same time, he's learnin' division in times tablesLearnin' how to clean up traps, must never tell fablesDisconnectin' enemies like fuckin' cableInstall warrior heartsLet them know that they're able to get byIn this wicked world todayThat's why they're suited up with best shotguns in they cavesIt's how I play, everyday, Monday through SundayHavin' sympathy from seventh of mansion, no longer heavenBlastin' off a quick 11, getting high, soldiers steppin'That's right, lace your motherfuckin' boots upLet's do this *Load up your motherfuckin' gauges* this worldLet's go out blastin'It's just that thug life at usWho's be fuckin' livin' in *You best believeMy low-mac thug livin'I'll never quitI'm optin' GriffinOn my non-medleyPlus an extra clipSo if you think you got what it takesThen try to kick off some *It's just that thug life at usWho's be fuckin' livin' in *You best believeMy low-mac thug livin'I'll never quitI'm optin' GriffinOn my non-medleyPlus an extra clipSo if you think you got what it takesThen try to kick off some *