Thug Seed

[Scratching] [Verse 1: Yaki Kadafi] What's up for '95? Yeah, '95 sound live! From doin' crimes, no more runnin' from one-time Although I know I role I gets for my title When I was young, that nickel-plated Four-Fifth was my idol Chrome, stones, bones, and portable phones Getting' big hoes while I'm sittin' at home Is what I scheme of, so NOW what I dream of Is a life full of trouble, in fact Countin' double digit stacks Lay back for a minute, 400 SEL, yeah, I could see myself in it! Murder for money, you ever heard of a dummy With Glocks between his tummy, low down dirty and crummy Talkin' bout that Thug Life be the only life I know Talkin' bout that drug life without this rap shit Probably be the only route I go And matter of fact I know I'll strive through this fo sho [Scratching] [Verse 2: Yaki Kadafi] Could somebody help me? I'm out here all by myself See ladies in stores, Baby Capone's, livin wealthy Pictures of my birth on this Earth is what I'm dreamin Seein Daddy's semen, full of crooked demons, already crazy And screamin I guess them nightmares as a child Had me scared, but left me prepared for a while Is there another route? For a crooked Outlaw Veteran, a villian, a young thug, who one day shall fall [Verse 3: EDI] Everday there's mo' death, and plus I'm dough-less I'm seein mo' reasons for me to proceed with thievin Scheme on the scheming and leave they peeps grieving Cause ain't no bucks to stack up, my nuts is backed up I'm bout to act up, go load the Mac up, now watch me klacka Tried makin fat cuts, but yo it ain't workin And Evil's lurking, I can see him smirking When I gets to pervin, so what? Go put some work in, and make my mail, makin sales Risking 25 with a 'L', but oh well [Scratching]