Thug Style (Cella Remix)

We ain't dead yet

Hit me, I got my Hennessy find ya foes

In a room full of niggas tryin' to hide ya hoes

I'm gettin' high off buddha cause the times be slow

I keep my mind on dough you never find me broke

And who me? A nigga livin' life like a G

In that artillery keepin' niggas off of me

I can't sleep livin' in these wicked times, peep

Niggas after me cause they see I'm stackin' G's and heat

You can holler if you want to, please!!

I ain't runnin' with no punk crew be, bleed!!

Enemies and my range is on, you're in the danger zone

My nigga game is strong, now hotline

You suckas better find ya mind I got mine

From hustlin' and bustin' them rhymes

To my niggas up in Quentin, Down on Rikers Isle

Stay rile, but a nigga gotta use his styles

These

I remember Uptown, run catch a kiss

Listenin' to Mr. Magic

Cuttin' up the hits And even though I had a habit

Makin' words rhyme I was caught up in the madness

Juvenile thugs come on

I tell the whole story nothin' but truth

Halloween throwin' eggs from the project roofs

And Pete and Lee young G's with a gift of gab

Tryna hook up with the hookers who was quick to stab

Remember mama's cookin', no school straight hookin'

And tryin' to get with light skinned cause she good lookin'

And jumpin' over turnstiles cause we ain't payin'

Call the cuties cuss words but we only playin'

I'm prayin' I can get a buck no luck

I had to move around a lot cause my moms was stuck

I had family but I was way too wild

Had to move to the West to regain my style

These

Niggas don't know my style

Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child

Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild

******-made assNiggas don't know my style (scream)

Niggas don't know my style

Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child

Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild

******-made assNiggas don't know my style (scream)