It's Mine (feat. Nas)

Shit
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 Yo, you know it
 Infamous ninety nine
 Infamous two thousand
 Ain't nuttin but thugs over here baby
 Yo
 Straight thugs on this side, it's do or die to the death
 Like the terminal ill takin' they last breath
 Read your last rites, God forgive me
 For the sin I'm about to commit, takin' a life
 Kill or be killed, rather that than somebody else
 Readin' my will, you feel what I feel, you know the deal
 Keep the infrared next to my bed, one in the head
 Hearin' noises, dead tired, eyes bloodshot red
 Sleep with half closed eyelids
 Some say it's strange, sometimes that's how strange life get
 Go easy on the bottle, niggas love to see when
 Niggas slippin' off point, on the strength they bet
 Scopin' your ice, appraisin' it like the Diamond District Jeweller
 With they hand on the biscuit
 Do ya, wanna get caught lifted, or sober, so you can react quick?
 Blow you off the atlas as if I caught you fuckin' my wife
 On my thousand dollar mattress
 It's the world that I live in, Q.B. made me
 A moms that loved me and a pops that raised me
 Y'all need to give it up
 We don't give a fuck
 What y'all niggas want
 Thug, life is mine
 Y'all need to give it up
 'Cuz we don't give a fuck
 What y'all niggas want
 Thug life is mine
 I got the style of a stillborn child, I'm ill
 If it's beef, poke him with the fork, make sure he's done well (Very-very)
 The streets raised me crazy, now I'm immune to it
 So when they start shootin', we don't stop the music
 Keep it movin' that's how we do it (c'mon, c'mon, Dunn)
 Been through more drama than the Baldwins, you still crawlin' (still crawlin')
 Apply street rules to the office, high performance
 Rap author, made millions off of
 Melodic, hypnotic productions
 That'll fuck with your conscience and touch your emotions (You feel me? You feel me?)
 You feel me? I'll write a graphic page
 Escort niggas to they grave, relate to the projects
 We the black Mobb, it gets deeper than rap music (Don't get no realer than this)
 It's more real than any words I can muster
 Pull the black Cadillac trucks up (What?)
 Hop out them shits like what? Y'all niggas can't touch us
 Y'all need to give it up
 We don't give a fuck
 What y'all niggas want
 Thug, life is mine
 Y'all need to give it up
 'Cuz we don't give a fuck
 What y'all niggas want
 Thug life is mine
 Silk shirts on my chest show what a flirt
 Halle Berry blew a kiss at the Barbara Streisand concert
 Silk pants colored pink, gators match gangster musical thing
 And I'll front like my doo doo don't stink
 Instinct like Cuba Gooding steppin' out the latest toy
 Hazard lights blinkin', gators hit the floor
 Everybody watch the red carpet entrance, cameras flashin'
 Just to think, that was yesterday's action
 'Cuz today goes either way, we came a long way
 From hallway steps and hand me down shit
 Fuck my foes, I seen the other side, NexTel cell roam
 Call the chopper phone, heliport in my home, Quincy Jones posters
 Wake up, guns under my pillow, I can't talk around chauffeurs
 Shit is better than a novel, autobiographic
 Spit it on tracks, it becomes classic
 Start some, make my heart pump, spark one, I'm God son
 Nastradamus, last one to blast when the NARC's come
 Know how to leave anythin' in thirty seconds
 When you feel the heat, comin' and flee with the murder weapon
 I'll release one, shot you deceased, learn your lesson
 Your flesh turn to maggots, bastards, you past it
 Cremate your flesh to ashes
 You don't need a suit, no wake, no funeral, and no casket
 Y'all need to give it up
 We don't give a fuck
 What y'all niggas want
 Thug, life is mine
 Y'all need to give it up
 'Cuz we don't give a fuck
 What y'all niggas want
 Thug life is mine
 Thug life is mine
 Thug life is mine
 Thug life is mine
 Ill Will
 You need to give it up, we don't give a fuck
 What y'all niggas want, we don't give a fuck
 Thug life is mine
 Y'all need to give it up, we don't give a fuck
 What y'all niggas want, thug life is mine